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balak (pOetry) :: a different hangover

Started by Scott, November 05, 2007, 06:45:22 PM

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Scott

November 05, 2007, 06:45:22 PM



Another Morning But He Wakes Up with a Different Hangover



There is something about how the sound of surf, this morning,

                                                           reminds him of his Eve Ensler



each lapping displaces pages of memories,

of that summer afternoon

                              on their cottage by the hill

the summer she left like the windswept leaf that dances by his windowsill



for the first time in years, those memories

refuse to cling on his head like a hangover.





RV Escatron (c2007)


I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.--Pablo Neruda

hubag bohol

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October 02, 2010, 06:06:58 PM
Quote from: Scott on November 05, 2007, 06:45:22 PM


for the first time in years, those memories

refuse to cling on his head like a hangover.


Tsk, tak, tsk, what hardheaded memories...  :P
...than to speak out and remove all doubt." - Abraham Lincoln

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luckybelle

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October 03, 2010, 04:09:05 AM
Quote from: hubag bohol on October 02, 2010, 06:06:58 PM
Tsk, tak, tsk, what hardheaded memories...  :P

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