29.7 Contemplating the Last Woman On Earth
full of myself I rub willow twigs across my eyelids why not die on an angelheadpinned then I see something move in this fresh kiss of mud [i don't think i could write a poem today if my life depended...
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jajaja! I think the first line is stellar! In fact, as a man's poem, it is almost complete (along with the title, of course)but would need the right third line to raise it to complete.Or, it can go...
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Oh I was just going to say -- before reading Osal's post -- that I love the first line. It's wonderful. Any poem that starts that way -- well, it just has to be read. Yes, the title is good too. I...
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Wish I could whip out such a gem in the bat of an eyelash. Love that angelhead / pinned. And I can only agree that the purpose of mud is to kiss. enjoyed sarah
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Well some days I'm full of myself and other days I just embarrass myself. I like the simplicity and mystery of these wonderful lines.
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You have to save this, even if not with the title: I rub willow twigs across my eyelids
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