Obitus
January 10th 2007 06:30
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Poetry
Here's a poem folks. But first a little cricket. I should like to say i have been prolifically writing since my last post, but i cannot. What i have been doing prolifically is watching a great deal of cricket and been utterly disappointed by England's performances through the Ashes. The Ashes whitewash couldn't curb my enthusiasm for the ODI's. Ia little 20/20 loss certainly couldn't either. But lads that better not be an indication of England's efforts. Come on Pietersen get primal...i want to see you bat. O and welcome back Vaughany!
oh yeah here's the poem.
Obitus
You are
un-moving on my palm
the weight of fact
you raised
opens the ground up
for scale and fin...
this garden will grow orange and silver
memories
the beauty of your art
shapes
the need to alter the fish to people ratio
oh yeah here's the poem.
You are
un-moving on my palm
the weight of fact
you raised
opens the ground up
for scale and fin...
this garden will grow orange and silver
memories
the beauty of your art
shapes
the need to alter the fish to people ratio
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Comment by Nathan P. Mahney
NerdBlog
I've read this poem from you before, but has it been altered slightly? There are bits I don't quite remember (but still evokes the same tone of sadness and loss that I remember - good stuff).
Comment by theadora
at the boardroom
Ad Magnum Opus
of poem - yes tweaked slightly. guess in this version you feel the humor gone?