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Thank-you, outside

Member since 2004 · Posted 17 Mar 2004 · 3 comments

Thank-you, outside For listening For not speaking You showed- Your faces showed Eyes of a milliard caressing greens Skies of blue Blank walls, the frills of frond and tendrils Those hot pinks Each one would tap on the bus window Like ivy branches, with fruitless fingers O you gave Regardless of anything You gave For this My heart grows wordless and wild

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[9] zodiac 17-Mar-04/6:04 PM Reply

"milliard"?

Okay, here's the corny hi-i'm-new-to-poemranker review: I almost wish there was more story. What I get is: thank you, leaves, for listening to that terrible thing that just happened and not talking - more than something like: thank you leaves for listening as I'm talking right now, in this sentence, that I'm speaking, which ends right... here. But then I get no clue what they were listening to. Am I so wrong?

[n/a] fevriere › zodiac 18-Mar-04/9:57 AM Reply

I like milliard. I hope it exists sensibly, unlike the background of the poem. Thanks for that, I hadn't noticed how surfaceful it was.

[10] deleted user 19-Mar-04/1:54 PM Reply

So few listeners!
When I finally find one I go "wordlessand wild."
I like it.