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Array ( [sid] => 51163 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => A Poet and Her Day [time] => 2004-06-09 15:12:34 [hometext] => Poet's lonliness [bodytext] => They all leave for work
in the city fields
plowing the highways
carrying horses on their backs
and bread in their briefcases.

I stay home
my turtle shell
made of cemented hearts
with air holes

fir for your eyes

White floors
like my pupils
because I am blind
of course.

My legs fold upon my head
I wait for the world
to come home
to return to me.

Inside me a blender of
loneliness
exotic fruits
regret
a little of shame

flower-less

Only four rooms
four hundred places
to sleep

an hour in a bathtub
thirty minutes in the oven
forty minutes on the windowsill
two hours underneath the rug

five hours in the etc..,

wait

stones against the old glass window
no just rain

a friendly tear on my nose

now I have someone to talk to

if only it could talk.
[comments] => 2 [counter] => 156 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Ina [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )

A Poet and Her Day

Contributed by Ina on Wednesday, 9th June 2004 @ 03:12:34 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

They all leave for work
in the city fields
plowing the highways
carrying horses on their backs
and bread in their briefcases.

I stay home
my turtle shell
made of cemented hearts
with air holes

fir for your eyes

White floors
like my pupils
because I am blind
of course.

My legs fold upon my head
I wait for the world
to come home
to return to me.

Inside me a blender of
loneliness
exotic fruits
regret
a little of shame

flower-less

Only four rooms
four hundred places
to sleep

an hour in a bathtub
thirty minutes in the oven
forty minutes on the windowsill
two hours underneath the rug

five hours in the etc..,

wait

stones against the old glass window
no just rain

a friendly tear on my nose

now I have someone to talk to

if only it could talk.

Copyright © Ina ... [ 2004-06-09 15:12:34]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: A Poet and Her Day (User Rating: 1 )
by reilt on Wednesday, 9th June 2004 @ 05:21:49 PM AEST
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again i am in utter awe...amazing and beautifully written*

Re: A Poet and Her Day (User Rating: 1 )
by buchi on Saturday, 3rd July 2004 @ 03:50:00 PM AEST
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Yes TEAR on your nose will keep you thinking...being alone is never alone as we have recalling to do...a great write..

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