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I miss you – not like lingering
kisses and skin, touching skin

Like thunder

Rolling thunder

And today she cracks the whip

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  1. Yikes! Hi G&T – that is a stark, slightly harrowing return!

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  2. Nice close – exclamatory (in a way), and full of a sort of wistful power.

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    • Thanks…not sure I deserve it though. Took about 2.75 seconds to write.

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      • Hah – that’s more attention than I give most of my drivel… Heck, if it makes you feel any better (I know it does me), one of William Carols Williams most famous poems was a quick apology he scrawled to his wife, for eating some plums she’d left out:

        “This Is Just to Say”

        I have eaten
        the plums
        that were in
        the icebox

        and which
        you were probably
        saving
        for breakfast

        Forgive me
        they were delicious
        so sweet
        and so cold

      • Wouldn’t you be devastated if you spent so long penning beautiful things…and that is what you’re remembered for.

      • I’ve always worried a little about that, for him…. but, then he’s got this going for him (so, maybe he’s allowed to get poesy about a pilfered plum):

        “Spring and All”

        By the road to the contagious hospital
        under the surge of the blue
        mottled clouds driven from the
        northeast—a cold wind. Beyond, the
        waste of broad, muddy fields
        brown with dried weeds, standing and fallen

        patches of standing water
        the scattering of tall trees

        All along the road the reddish
        purplish, forked, upstanding, twiggy
        stuff of bushes and small trees
        with dead, brown leaves under them
        leafless vines—

        Lifeless in appearance, sluggish
        dazed spring approaches—

        They enter the new world naked,
        cold, uncertain of all
        save that they enter. All about them
        the cold, familiar wind—

        Now the grass, tomorrow
        the stiff curl of wildcarrot leaf

        One by one objects are defined—
        It quickens: clarity, outline of leaf

        But now the stark dignity of
        entrance—Still, the profound change
        has come upon them: rooted they
        grip down and begin to awaken

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