Dinner 1982 - 1998

Homegrown secret fingers Shucking ruined manners Evening knotted between silence Dinner tipped determination Several layer details Forget corn mother

— theladyblue, Jan 07, 2008

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whitetea

18 years 5 months ago

I like this and how these

I like this and how these shreds weave together.

meic

18 years 5 months ago

Sixteen years is such a long time to ... exist? survive? ... on such a frugal and somewhat [it seems to me] toxic diet. These years must seem like forever Powerfully written, but not easily is my guess. Mike

theladyblue

18 years 4 months ago

if i could give a correct

if i could give a correct idea of just how it was, without causing an empathic reaction, believe me i would. it is so hard to describe the past without sounding as if i am some broken wretch...but i am not, i am alive and well, maybe in my own disturbing way i am better for it... so many people don't get this poem...its nice to know i am not babbling incoherently all of the time lol "For every shadow, no matter it's depth, is threatened by the morning's light..." <3 Emarie