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February 12, 2009
By Diana Dessy SILVER, The Woodlands, Texas
Diana Dessy SILVER, The Woodlands, Texas
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It started out
With a train of thought
That went on and on and on
Like string
That turned into a tangled mess.
Sometimes, with little patience,
You cut off what you can
With scissors.
And somewhere along the line,
I forgot things.
Little interwoven fibers,
One by one.
There was
No needle
To pull the thread along.
And I forgot a few more inches of string.
Until all I had
Was a tiny little piece
And I couldn’t quite remember
Just where it had started off.



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on Apr. 9 2010 at 4:06 pm
BlueAstronaut PLATINUM, Herndon, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
"Tiny curtains open and we hear the tiny clap of little hands
A tiny man would tell a little joke and get a tiny laugh from all the folks"




Missed the Boat - Modest Mouse

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on Apr. 9 2010 at 4:05 pm
BlueAstronaut PLATINUM, Herndon, Virginia
33 articles 36 photos 21 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Tiny curtains open and we hear the tiny clap of little hands
A tiny man would tell a little joke and get a tiny laugh from all the folks"




Missed the Boat - Modest Mouse

Every moment, second, minute. I live this poem. Deep in the thick of it. Your words make and don't make sense, a metaphor worth more than cents. A picture is worth a thousand words, of so I've heard. I'll believe it when I see it.

KGDux said...
on May. 27 2009 at 10:42 am
There is nothing better than a poem that you can relate to, provokes mental imagery, and makes you smile. Thanks for sharing it.


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