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Your poetry is utterly heart-catching. So beautiful. Bravo.
posted by
Moohahaha
on September 19, 2004 at 9:50 PM
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wow
that is so beautiful, it almost makes me feel sad for all of the old men I never understood, love it
posted by
marzieh
on September 19, 2004 at 9:26 PM
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sjkly
Haven't seen you around before...thanks for the compliment. 
posted by
MiaElla
on September 10, 2004 at 9:14 PM
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I like the specificity of the poem. The details are great also its like you let the reader veiw a snapshot of your life these snapshots create the type of intimacy between writer and reader that I think we all look for.
Sj
posted by
sjkly
on September 10, 2004 at 6:21 PM
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I love it!!! Great Poem.
posted by
Melodystar
on September 8, 2004 at 7:22 AM
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I hear my neighbor's piano almost every morning.
posted by
mariantonia
on September 7, 2004 at 3:55 PM
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Poisonous keys...l like it.
posted by
aardvark
on September 7, 2004 at 2:54 PM
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I just now saw this one. I loved it!
posted by
Holy_Grail
on September 6, 2004 at 12:51 PM
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MiaElla
Very evocative. I like the part about keeping in tune while weeping, found myself thinking in terms of him "keeping time"...must be the old/young thing. If this isn't a finished work (and I think it is, or is very close) maybe you copuld explore the time thing, or maybe there's a part two?. It's lovely.
posted by
MizMax
on September 4, 2004 at 7:09 PM
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If this poem had a scent...
it would be absolutely delicious.;-)
posted by
ralani
on September 4, 2004 at 9:09 AM
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this is beautiful
posted by
Tanoolicious
on September 4, 2004 at 4:47 AM
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miaella
this is great -- how old is the "I" in the poem? the lines about the mother's skin resound...tg
posted by
tbgroucho
on September 3, 2004 at 9:04 PM
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MiaElla this poem reminds me that playing an instrument
is a group effort. When I play guitar and start singing (screaming?) my neighbors are all part of the show;-)
posted by
FreeManWalking
on September 3, 2004 at 8:20 PM
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