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By Sadie W., Batavia, NY

     It’s strange how voices can sound, sometimes

like the wind in the rustling trees

when you take in a thought

the sounds of people

(who really live in a range of just six degrees)

and absorb the sounds of their telephone calls

sport cheers and ear-piercing screams;

combine them together and then listen close;

it’s a buzz like a thousand caged bees.

And, it’s like

today I knelt in a riverbed

I rolled my jeans up close to my knees

and I screened your words like gold

but came up dry

when I quieted the sounds of the bees

all the muted sounds lived on

in the buildings and airplanes and seas

but I

in my watch with my telescope eyes:

I didn’t come up with a thing

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i love this so much!

on Aug. 26 2010 at 2:13 am
LadyMacbethsMurderer SILVER, Dreieich, Other
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For the really great rhythm and images in this poem, I find your ending is slightly weak.


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on Aug. 26 2009 at 2:11 am
Duckie430, Riverside, Rhode Island
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Favorite Quote:
“The secret to life is being who you are and being happy with who you are.”
"Whatever does not kill you only makes you stronger."

this is one of the best poems i've read in a long time. it's very unique

on Aug. 26 2009 at 1:23 am
HP_freak_fan BRONZE, Waterloo, Iowa
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on Aug. 25 2009 at 11:29 pm
Hey nice job. I liked it for its uniqueness.

on Aug. 25 2009 at 8:28 pm
ShernayB. DIAMOND, Southfield, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
"Some things will never change"---Tupac

This is beautiful. I love the flow you have with this. Very good!


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