gigi-1 - Hello Poetry

I got there by an oblique course, Not a usual one at all. It was mine, and mine alone. All the blame and all the glory, My own trek across the seasons of my allotted time Humbled by the not knowing When it all will end.

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Feb 21, 2013

Feb 21, 2013 at 11:32 PM UTC

Tangentially

I got there by an oblique course, Not a usual one at all. It was mine, and mine alone. All the blame and all the glory, My own trek across the seasons of my allotted time Humbled by the not knowing When it all will end.

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It used to be on a rocking horse Gallop-a-trot, gallop-a-trot Then on an imaginary hobby horse Away, far away Adventures calling On the pinto mare, the gentlest one of them all. Miles disappeared beneath four sturdy hooves. The grasslands called them out as one. And now she sits, with eyes closed Remembering sweet remembrance of days of youth Rocking, steadfast rocking.

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Feb 21, 2013

Feb 21, 2013 at 11:27 PM UTC

Rocking

It used to be on a rocking horse Gallop-a-trot, gallop-a-trot Then on an imaginary hobby horse Away, far away Adventures calling On the pinto mare, the gentlest one of them all. Miles disappeared beneath four sturdy hooves. The grasslands called them out as one. And now she sits, with eyes closed Remembering sweet remembrance of days of youth Rocking, steadfast rocking.

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That's how they described her bones- As fragile as porous eggshells. Her bones broke, and THEN she fell, NOT the other way around. For Heaven's sake, don't tell her, That following all the Dr's advice Got her no where... No where but falling down

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Feb 21, 2013

Feb 21, 2013 at 11:10 PM UTC

Eggshells

That's how they described her bones- As fragile as porous eggshells. Her bones broke, and THEN she fell, NOT the other way around. For Heaven's sake, don't tell her, That following all the Dr's advice Got her no where... No where but falling down

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I love the words, their innuendo, the lilt and cadence, I play with meter and beat, and search for exact, right, precise meanings. I suffuse and enthuse and pass on the love of words, Sharing with young ones the magic of expression. Until now. The words are meaningless and cannot express. I only sit beside you and we breathe in tandem. Quiet. Without words.

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Feb 21, 2013

Feb 21, 2013 at 12:49 AM UTC

Word-less

I love the words, their innuendo, the lilt and cadence, I play with meter and beat, and search for exact, right, precise meanings. I suffuse and enthuse and pass on the love of words, Sharing with young ones the magic of expression. Until now. The words are meaningless and cannot express. I only sit beside you and we breathe in tandem. Quiet. Without words.

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I love the words, their innuendo, the lilt and cadence, I play with meter and beat, and search for exact, right, precise meanings. I suffuse and enthuse and pass on the love of words, Sharing with young ones the magic of expression. Until now. The words are meaningless and cannot express. I only sit beside you and we breathe in tandem. Quiet. Without words.

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Feb 21, 2013

Feb 21, 2013 at 12:43 AM UTC

Word-less

I love the words, their innuendo, the lilt and cadence, I play with meter and beat, and search for exact, right, precise meanings. I suffuse and enthuse and pass on the love of words, Sharing with young ones the magic of expression. Until now. The words are meaningless and cannot express. I only sit beside you and we breathe in tandem. Quiet. Without words.

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