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Shilpa KarhikI Took Your Pictures Off My Wall
May 31st 2007 23:45
I took your pictures off the wall
I put them in my drawer.
My wall has nothing now for you
Like it had before
I don’t intend to call again
I don’t mind if you do
I don’t care what you do now
But I’ll still talk to you
I don’t regret that I knew you
I regret that now I don’t
I don’t regret not meeting you
I regret that now I won’t
My friends will ring you up and talk
I’m glad I once knew you
I won’t call your home again
I don’t mind if you do.
I put them in my drawer.
My wall has nothing now for you
Like it had before
I don’t intend to call again
I don’t mind if you do
I don’t care what you do now
But I’ll still talk to you
I don’t regret that I knew you
I regret that now I don’t
I don’t regret not meeting you
I regret that now I won’t
My friends will ring you up and talk
I’m glad I once knew you
I won’t call your home again
I don’t mind if you do.
-Brenton Clutterbuck
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Comment by Jeanne Dininni
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Comment by Nickoftime's Sanity Corner
sad, touching, but well written...we all have that really "blue" poem in us don't we? The one that's like pulling a tooth to write and hurts just about the same...
But it always feels better once it's out!
Well done!
Take care,
Nick
Comment by KylieW
Celebrity Obsession
Really well written piece.
Like it had before
I love these lines. They have that "it's really over" feeling to them.
Kylie
Comment by Lilla
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...I liked the way you expressed your feelings in this poem.
Reading it really made me feel sad...
Lilla ...
Comment by Tracy
Movies and Life
I took your pictures off the wall
I put them in my drawer.
My wall has nothing now for you
Like it had before
Tracy
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Comment by Poetry
Contemplating the objects of a preposition
A pond, a lake, a sea like
A smooth glass smile.
Tideless at the break of day.
Becalmed at the water edge.
Plying peaceful waters.
White wizard's wings.
The black heart of a blood red flower.
Pendulous papayas, full ripe, hanging in the tropical breeze.
Thatched skin.
Cross hatched in youth
Smooth as cork when they are old.
Drying of the pools.
Algae and other scum.
Choked with weeds.
Throat full.
Choking on plants while drying in the sun.
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