Reminds me
of vast spaces
The pain and beauty
of isolation
Trees grown
on angles
of endurance
Taut cables
straining to stay
in line
It’s sound,
that constant voice
of desolation
Can you hear
it now?
(D. James)
Archive for February, 2007
Wind
Posted by D. James on 28 February 2007
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Babel
Posted by sdoubinsky on 27 February 2007
In my street
I can hear 27 different languages
and I don’t understand
a single word
of any of them
It’s exactly like
living in a poem
EL SEBBO
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Wreckage
Posted by D. James on 26 February 2007
We said so much
to each other
about the other
Yet never bothered to
listen
to one another
So now we don’t speak
at least not to each other
but perhaps, occasionally
about the other
I know I do
I’m doing it now
What about you?
(D. James)
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3:23 AM
Posted by sdoubinsky on 25 February 2007
When in bed
I turn my back
to my wife
my kids
everything
and I stare
into the void
until I feel
vulnerable
confused
abandoned
Then
I know
that in my life
I have made
all
the right choices
EL SEBBO
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Meaning
Posted by D. James on 24 February 2007
If I lay my thoughts out
one after the other
in a straight line
Pick each sentence apart
word by word
Then break those apart
each letter separate, alone
They would scatter
in the wind
And mean nothing at all
(D. James)
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Home blues
Posted by sdoubinsky on 23 February 2007
Surrounded by laughing children
I watch a distant TV
while my mother
cooks a familiar meal
Nothing here is unknown to me
yet many questions remain
such as the weather tomorrow
and why are our bones so white
EL SEBBO
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The Sweet Taste of Self-Pity
Posted by D. James on 22 February 2007
Who got my self-confidence?
I walk around nervous
and afraid
Wondering, who got my self-confidence?
Whatever was alllotted me was misplaced
or simply walked away
I look around at this one and that
Maybe he got it, or she
shit, somebody must have got more than me
Check your pockets
dig deep and tell me if you’ve got any, really
Because I’m curious
was I short changed, or do we all feel this way?
I used to get mine out of a bottle
Now I don’t know
Maybe I never had any
Who got my self-confidence?
or his?
or hers?
Who got my self-confidence?
or yours?
or anybodys?
Maybe I’ll ask on the subway
“Excuse me, does anybody have some self-confidence to spare?”
“Excuse me, has anyone seen my self-confidence today?”
D. James
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