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For the Love of Literature; For the Respect of Silence
by Mia M Nakao
Friday, May 06, 2005
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Eyelids heavy.
I listen to the droning,
drowning
voices of my classmates.
They add their opinions.
The professor nods.
And I start to pass out.
Then I think of you –
less than three minutes
away from me
where you hide
and avoid talking to me.
I close my eyes and nod
my head to the rhythm
of the poetry being read
aloud
by miserably untalented
readers.
Then I think of you –
less than three minutes
away from me
where you hide.
Where I leave you to
your hiding.
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| Reviewed by Mary Quire |
5/7/2005 |
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This is a very insightful work.
M.Rose |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
5/6/2005 |
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Sweet imagery I can almost visualize you sitting in a stuffy classroom while some boring prof reads the masters to the class.
I can even feel you nodding offffffffffff....zzzzzzzz Oops, nice write for sure Mia
Felix |
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| Reviewed by A PAX |
5/6/2005 |
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| I tend to hide in my thoughts too........its a nice vacation, and totally private :) |
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| Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader) |
5/6/2005 |
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Made me want to nod off too.
Nicely done...the tone achieved.
Elizabeth |
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