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Orphani
Oct 26, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

I am not

A shadows distraction
I am not

Gather to the fork
Shape the mouth -- the months
Speak and swallow

I am not
Or anything, as 
crayons in your hair

Thoughts scribble
outside the lines
 A pencil's end
withholds a grey ,and  lead of sky

— Orphani, Oct 26, 2009

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Seren

Seren

16 years 7 months ago

Heya Barry ,,Very good to

Heya Barry ,, Very good to see you around ... this ones very sad .. dont ask me why I was on my way to bed and thought to read and noticed you posting , I felt a sense of unease whilst reading this like a bubbling under the surface of the words... maybe its my tired mind ... but a powerful write and none the less brilliant as always my friend love and hugs Jayne x x
Candlewitch

Candlewitch

16 years 7 months ago

hello

I also noticed the wistful mist woven between the lines of your poem, which I enjoyed very much. My favorite lines are: I am not Or anything lovely A box of crayons in your hair Thoughts scribbled outside the lines Of you I am not Always, Cat
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lyz

16 years 7 months ago

dear O

This sounds like a rave write, a brilliant one at that. You have a hidden pain of late and I hope all is well. Best wishes and love to you and yours. Lyz. XX