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lowdownlady
Member since March 2, 2012
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Flung From The Nest
It was November the last time you touched me.
It was November and the leaves had done their changing.
Winter was calling, coaxing them to curl,
beckoning brown where Autumn had lit them.
In my head you are still at the foot of my bed.
One lightbulb humming golden on our skin.
This is how memory moves.
You are long and you are pale
but I remember you pink.
So you are pink. You are a poison.
Do you remember me laying on the floor that night?
I watched you from below.
All was light.
We laugh harder when we don’t call it love.
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That, or it was the drugs.
Was it the pills
that kept the care from crushing me
flat
when, trembling,
you told me the truth?
It is what kept me from crying
when you like a lion
slunk in hungry eyeing,
and eager and empty and fierce
crashingdownonme
came
down
to feast on your prey.
You bit in before I could say:
You are a burden, and I am a beauty
and it is my duty to carry you close. Old lover,
I love you, but can’t love you rightly,
and so take me tightly, lift me and then thrust me far.
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05 MonReceived a critique
on Flung From The Nest from @Nordic cloud
""crashingdownonme came down to feast on your prey."...do you need the came and down -after -crashing down on me? I agree with Wesley about the line arrangements. I specially liked this entrance:- "It was November the la…" -
04 SunReceived a critique
on Flung From The Nest from @wesley snow
"like China I'm obviously late to this party. I hope you're ready to work. No one here will ever be mean to you (except Weirdelf and he's more bark than bite, a real pussy cat to mix similes), but when we get to know you…" -
04 SunReceived a critique
on Flung From The Nest from @loved
"I can hardly add on but brevity is my cup of tea." -
02 FriFirst critique offered
on "A Dark Minds Vista" by @Eduardo Cruz
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02 Fri
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02 FriFirst publication
The Silent Siren
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02 FriJoined Neopoet
Membership begins
First poem published 1 days later.
About Me
About me
I like to write poetry, sleep, and marvel at space.
Location: New Jersey, USA
Favorite Poets
Leonard Cohen
Eric Gamalinda
Margaret Atwood
Marty McConnell
Sylvia Plath
Charles Bukowski
Sandra Cisneros
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