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35 years ago
the only thing
I understood was
the futility of brakes
on a foot of snow
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February 28
28 Thursday Feb 2013
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kushtrimthaqi
Just another human being who's trying to reach new levels of consciousness.
Genuine Poetry
"...one discovers that there is in it after all, a place for the genuine." ~ Marianne Moore
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Poetic Landscapes Of The Spirit
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"free-verse" poetry from the soul
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Poetry and Prose By and About Charles Bukowski
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Read A Little Poetry
Listen, are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life? ― Mary Oliver
Awake & Asleep
Letters from Edinburgh to Manila, and Back
Never Quite Broken
What you did not build up, you cannot tear down.
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You know, my birthday is in a few days and I have really been reflecting upon little things like this. I do not mind aging, physically, it is the hindsight that gets to me.
If it’s too personal, ignore this- but what kinds of things have you been reflecting upon?
Happy birthday!
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The reason I ask is it’ s a bit difficult for me to step out of my frame of reference. This is a poem about a very specific event and a reaction to it, though that’s probably not obvious. (If it were, it wouldn’t be a poem!)
I’m with you about aging. Had enough friends who didn’t get that privilege.
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