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The Stifling Moment

Member since 2002 · Posted 31 Aug 2002 · 7 comments

The primroses'delirious scent, Stale food's stink, Father has hanged himself Amidst the chairs' stare. Like you come to a moon-haunted woods All living things(as in conspiracy)hush.

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7 comments

[8] [mojo] 31-Aug-02/2:42 AM Reply

I like it, can't put my finger on why. Is there a haiku in there struggling to get out? No, it probably couldn't be edited that far. Still, paints a vivid picture..8..(and a half if we had them)

[8] Ming T. Merciless 31-Aug-02/3:06 AM Reply

I agree with Mojo, an air of ambiguity leaves asking why do I find this seemingly morbid piece so enrapturing

[10] god'swife 31-Aug-02/4:59 PM Reply

I love this poem. I think it's 'wood' not woods.

[10] Christof 3-Sep-02/7:53 AM Reply

You yourself have written a mean dmamn pice of poetry here. You can hear that hush.

[n/a] vulcan 3-Sep-02/7:56 AM Reply

vulcan thanks you for readng it.

[10] Christof 3-Sep-02/7:59 AM Reply

And sorry for 'dmamn' - I meant 'damn'. This is great anyway.

[8] Ranger 17-Dec-02/1:24 AM Reply

Holy shit this is strange. I need to read it a couple more times before I decide whether I like it or not. Good words, though. I'll give it an 8 for now, just because of the fifth line-'moon-haunted woods'-brilliant!