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i am afraid...

nothing will pour,

    my fingers will twist together
like tight roots.
  my mind will sit,
like the plastic cup on the tv stand,
                      dust in the water.

    some of my anger is at recognized faces
so many I sort of knew
when   I get groceries
            I recognize as, 'I'm here for the next
30 years,  i am behind on
payments.                my porch step is cold.'

 and my life is more like the
line i am waiting in, some quiet dominance shadowing over
counting the backs of heads.

i am afraid I will be dry.  

                         that I will begin to speak
            crusted, safely.   and that I
will always
      know the weather, where it will
turn. 
— whitetea, May 13, 2008

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Region, Country: United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Chrystos, Mark Strand, Adrienne Rich, Naomi Shihab Nye, Rachel M. Simon, Donald Justice, Mary Oliver, Nikki Giovanni, Alice Walker, Bukowski, Mary Lambert

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Pleides

18 years ago

Upper case and lower case I

struck me forcibly in this very fine poem. Was that your intention? If so it works wonderfully well....if not it worked wonderfully well for me, giving another depth to this poem. Feel enriched by reading it....thanks. Pleides
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barbsdad2003

18 years ago

This is striking, hits me ...

just right. I reread to follow more carefully. A brilliant piece tracing dryness through to knowing future of more of the same. I'm not a fan, frankly, of free verse. But ... but for this I make exception. I rarely vote ... and am way too stingy with votes of 5, but here goes ... Thanx, Chuck PS: As an acknowledgment of your whitetea handle: I've become an inveterate drinker of tea, preferring a combination of 2/3 white and 1/3 green. Goes good with my diabetes. (Though I must say, and that laughingly, that I hate the taste of tea. But I'll imbibe whatever helps my health. No matter the taste. Or smell. Or even what others may think---of it or me.)
whitetea

whitetea

18 years ago

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Shoot, guess sugar would take away the health points for you then. Honey maybe? Well, wow. I am very flattered by that, I really do appreciate your having stopped by. I adore that duck, a pet maybe?
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barbsdad2003

18 years ago

Buster duck's ...

been with us now two years or so, originally rescued at near death while stuck paralyzed in first winter's snow---all after being dumped by someone who didn't want him anymore. He'd obviously not been well cared for. It took hours of attention every day over quite a long time to get him nursed to good health. He's well loved by us ... and very, very happy where now he is. Quite a personality, in fact. Don't understand why someone would so unceremoniously dump such a sweet/friendly person as he so evidently is. I'm sure it's quite a sight for others when my wife and I take our large backyard walks together, with him waddling along between us---and talking up a storm as he goes. Happy duck gibberish, I guess. As anyone would easily guess, my wife's his greatest love. Yours, Chuck
whitetea

whitetea

18 years ago

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I'm glad you two nurtured him back to health! "happy duck gibberish" He sounds adorable! I am glad he has a safe home with you two!
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rider68

18 years ago

Brilliantly Conveyed - Portrayed

Hi and Hello I really enjoyed reading...and loved the arrangement - different worked very well, Very Best Regards 5/5 from me...... Peter ~~~~~~~~~Creativity Is to think more efficiently~~~~~~~~~~
whitetea

whitetea

18 years ago

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I tend to be late on things, like Christmas presents. And comments. Thank you Peter, thanks for dropping by.
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Amaranthine

18 years ago

Back of Heads

I felt the section speaking of waiting in line - counting the backs of heads really hit me. I like how you use several situations to show us how you feel- the mundane, monotony and disconnect of not ever really "connecting" - it doesn't appear a choice - it is almost as if you feel insignificant - taken for granted - not really seen. I think in today's society that is a common problem - we avoid eye contact, rarely talk to neighbors, stand inches apart without speaking, and feel like outsiders of a world we are supposedly a part of- but aren't...not really. This was refreshing - in that it stands out as having a unique voice, and a great deal of deep thought. I'm not sure about the "dust in the water"- that particular image didn't really work for me, but others may feel differently - Also, the word "like" is a bit overused, in my opinion. Overall, I really enjoyed this work - you are very talented. Sincerely, Amara