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you, by the minute

 i lift my dinner forkyou shuffle your napkin       parting its petals i spend words and hourscausual hours that would have else                been spent alone here     we walk in the cold and you tell me you feel the fadingof you, between workhome,and everyone else.      your fleshy hand raisedup against the rest of your life. 
— whitetea, Feb 05, 2010

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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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Pamela A. Lamppa

Pamela A. Lamppa

16 years 4 months ago

I feel the sadness in this

I feel the sadness in this work. It projects so many images; the difference in thought between the two as they interact, the frustrations of the one and the listening ear of the other ... and I feel them parting ways - feel their distance grow - Impressive writing. ~Pamela
weirdelf

weirdelf

16 years 3 months ago

that fleshy hand lingers so poignantly

yet powerfully, warding off or challenging? The ambiguity works for me. I adore you exquisite word choice. Sorry, no crit, except maybe cap i Cheers, Jess, reprehensibly irrepressible
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orgami

16 years 3 months ago

i gotta rush out the door and by groceries

literally turning on this chair firing this off comments are awesome getting in shit for not getting there fast enough back killing me and laughing and yelling back too freakin life its going to be a good trip lots to see The ravens and crows are back awesome awesome poem you are one of the betters here Steven~
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Nicole Michaels

16 years 3 months ago

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i lift my dinner fork you shuffle your napkin parting its petals********gorgeous stanza******** Nicely executed poem in all ways.
Seren

Seren

16 years 3 months ago

i lift my dinner fork you

i lift my dinner fork you shuffle your napkin parting its petals I could see a table set for two ... it was as if a scene from a movie ... wonderful write Love and hugs Jayne-Chloe x x x
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talkingcat

16 years 3 months ago

the domestic, the little

the domestic, the little lines on our faces, your poem let the gray of the everyday fill with the wetness of authentic human feeling, having to navigate through the everyday with ourselves everyday..
Pamela A. Lamppa

Pamela A. Lamppa

16 years 3 months ago

Great imagery that brings your reader right there with you.

Hello Congratulations! Your poem has been nominated for the New Advocate's Spotlight award. The following detailed critique will be considered in the decision making process. There is such a sense of realism in this picture of the frustrated worker. One where the feeling of losing self is more than evident and breathes its aura of self on those who will listen, those who care to listen. One of the things that strikes such a positive note in your poem is that your title truly begins your theme, as a good title should. It set the stage for me as I read and followed this winding walk in the cold with you. Thank you for that. Though I am not one who likes to see the word "I" in lower case, I felt it worked in your piece. It tends to de-emphasize the "self" factor and keeps the listener listening, understanding, and hearing. Very very effective. Line spacing, spelling, grammar and punctuation work to your advantage in this piece as well. Great use of imagery and emotion which bring your reader right there with you. I enjoyed this poem very much and I wish you the best of luck. ~Pamela