Blue 4 --- Dust

when i was made of stone,
thirty-seven light-years ago,
i forgot your name all of twice
in the month of December.

you talked to me about
[gosh, i can't recall---]
the sounds inside the wood,
and you left bits of dust
in the empty paper cups;
never considerate enough
to take your own dust
with you---

and you left.





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the.kanguru This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 11, 2010 at 5:19 pm
wow. very unique phrasing/imagery/form of the poem. i enjoyed it. :)
 
S.E.M This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Apr. 11, 2010 at 6:03 pm

Wow, thank you! =]

I'm glad you liked it... I try to pinch the thoughts in the backs of people's heads... the strange phrasing is exactly what I regurgitate from my brain, haha.

^ ^'

 
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