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A spot could be anything. Like you
by Joanne Ratkowski
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Rated "G" by the Author.
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That dark silhouette
that spot,
the one seen
behind the confessional mesh,
turned out to be
just a sound
instead
the kind a leaf
(house plant)
makes
when it falls to the ground
and you hear it.
No.
Heard it.
It didn't fall,
it actually just
sailed.
Down.
Words.
House plants really do move
and silhouettes are hard to spell
but they,
(silhouettes)
could be anything
they move
like house plants
or their leaves, rather
whenever.
Wind-induced
death-induced,
induced (or inspired)
they move,
fall.
I feel less afraid of death
when I hear a leaf fall
because at that moment,
that could mean anything.
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| Reviewed by Garrett Diamond |
7/27/2011 |
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Does the Past have to stay in the past, Lost in a world of my own doing
seeking advise. I'm crawling back? Do you know where you are? I'm trying to find myself again. Again tied to this easy chair called work. Called life
Your work is getting there
if you want to write me back, If you dare to diamond.garrettdiamond.com
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| Reviewed by Paul Judges |
1/22/2011 |
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| Well written. |
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| Reviewed by Amor Sabor |
1/21/2011 |
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| The silence is deafening when that leaf falls. Excellent work, Joanne. |
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| Reviewed by The Poetess |
1/16/2011 |
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| Sometimes we don't understand. |
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