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April 5, 2007

Friday Poem

Filed under: poetry — alecsothblog @ 10:02 pm

Long Story Short
by G. E. Murray

One marriage, three children, the usual hero-to-hump tale
of jobs in alternating altitudes, stories of unrequited joy.
Fresh identities, dramas unseen. Too much of dawn
going dark, making for a rich meal of dread, when contemplating
love above the brim.

You also should talk about dealings with heavy weather
and one-night agonies, as if descending permanently
into a single distinction. It boils to skin
and plain whim, or any fabrication sufficient
to implicate the act.

Just then, something glimpsed from a taxi careening
through Paris, afterimages of a lost father’s face
becomes a tree in the park, tall, rustling with allusions,
or was it simply cool air stealing across your face—
that isolation again?

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5 Comments

  1. Wow, what a poem.

    Comment by Jen Bekman — April 5, 2007 @ 10:40 pm

  2. I loved it. Thanks for posting it.

    Comment by Raoul — April 6, 2007 @ 11:35 am

  3. My word, this has a lot of relevance for me…

    many thanks.
    Dave.

    Comment by Dave Greenwood — April 7, 2007 @ 10:48 am

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  5. Brilliant poem. Thanks for exposing your audience to it.

    Comment by Chris — April 12, 2007 @ 2:09 pm


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