not exactly.
This is empty corners in a room,
a missing food bowl,
silence where once was quiet whine,
space beside my knee
where once was fuzzy head.
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- Brat Farrar (
bratfarrar) wrote,
Brat Farrar
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poem by me: absence
not exactly.
This is empty corners in a room,
a missing food bowl,
silence where once was quiet whine,
space beside my knee
where once was fuzzy head.
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poem: from XAIPE
- e.e. cummings i thank You God for most this amazing day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything…
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Holy Saturday
- Gerard Manley Hopkins O Death, Death, He is come. O grounds of Hell make room. Who came from further than the stars Now comes as low beneath.…
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poem: That Still Centre
- Dorothy Sayers, as found in the novel Gaudy Night Here, then, at home, by no more storms distrest, Folding laborious hands we sit, wings furled;…
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