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Apr 18, 2020
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Geneology
In this dream you are
The bones of your father.
And with your lunacies
As infinite as
Your ecstasies
You pity yourself
With great contempt...
— tonebone, Apr 18, 2020
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Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft
Critiques
Geezer
6 years 1 month ago
Hmmmm...
very profound. Expressing the fear that you are your father, the one that you loathe and revile, even though you swore that you wouldn't be? ~ Geezer.
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Sparrow 42
6 years 1 month ago
tonebone
I agree with Gee,
It is up to you who you take after and develop into.
The Buck stops here and it is your fault who you become ,
Take care Aim for Everest,
Yours Ian T
tyro
6 years 1 month ago
I like how smoothly the words
I like how smoothly the words flow in your poem.
tonebone
6 years 1 month ago
Geneology
thank you for your your comments. it seems everyone has the gist on this one. thak you.