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Array ( [sid] => 6161 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => the splash [time] => 2002-11-03 21:30:00 [hometext] => [bodytext] => My apartment overlooks the splash.
The bridge with the broken rail
Where souls slide off
And pretty people come to fail.
Misty ghosts rise off the water
With faces wretched by pain
And hearts once full of love,
Emptied by death just before they burst.
The fog is beautiful at night.
Twisting with the breeze
And keeping close to the water
It is almost as though the river
Is pulling up its blanket
And tucking itself in.
The clicking echoed across the river
As the woman with the noisy shoes
Made her way onto the bridge.
Stopping midway, cursing the light
Some malicious civil servant
Placed above her head,
She let go one tear on her left cheek
It was all she would allow.
From her purse came a frame
With a photograph of a young man
With an aviator’s cap and wicked smile
And ears as big as Montana.
She held it with both hands,
And stared and stared and stared.
Splash.
The river is peaceful at night.
The cold has chased off the frogs’ croaking
and the birds grow still in the dark.
Just rustling leaves and the
Tap, tap, tap of her stiletto heels
As she heads home, her purse somewhat lighter
and her heart somewhat free.
[comments] => 3 [counter] => 220 [topic] => 22 [informant] => darkeyedman [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 25 [ratings] => 5 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )

the splash

Contributed by darkeyedman on Sunday, 3rd November 2002 @ 09:30:00 PM in AEST
Topic: LostLove

My apartment overlooks the splash.
The bridge with the broken rail
Where souls slide off
And pretty people come to fail.
Misty ghosts rise off the water
With faces wretched by pain
And hearts once full of love,
Emptied by death just before they burst.
The fog is beautiful at night.
Twisting with the breeze
And keeping close to the water
It is almost as though the river
Is pulling up its blanket
And tucking itself in.
The clicking echoed across the river
As the woman with the noisy shoes
Made her way onto the bridge.
Stopping midway, cursing the light
Some malicious civil servant
Placed above her head,
She let go one tear on her left cheek
It was all she would allow.
From her purse came a frame
With a photograph of a young man
With an aviator’s cap and wicked smile
And ears as big as Montana.
She held it with both hands,
And stared and stared and stared.
Splash.
The river is peaceful at night.
The cold has chased off the frogs’ croaking
and the birds grow still in the dark.
Just rustling leaves and the
Tap, tap, tap of her stiletto heels
As she heads home, her purse somewhat lighter
and her heart somewhat free.

Copyright Â© darkeyedman ... [ 2002-11-03 21:30:00]
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Re: the splash (User Rating: 1 )
by unpredictable on Sunday, 3rd November 2002 @ 11:54:23 PM AEST
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very nice poem. . .i like it

Re: the splash (User Rating: 1 )
by OreO on Monday, 4th November 2002 @ 01:28:02 AM AEST
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This is so sad and so
beautiful, wonderful
way to let go of somthing
Great write.
Keep em' coming
.::´¯`·..· OreO·..·´¯`::.

Re: the splash (User Rating: 1 )
by DreamWeaver on Monday, 4th November 2002 @ 08:28:34 AM AEST
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Great poem ... I love it. I think I'll go out and do the same thing.

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