JTParreira Posted May 13, 2009 Share Posted May 13, 2009 Your taxi pushing through traffic, through lights and horns overflowing like a river in flood; feverish cars, clocks running counter, all odds stacked against you, you still make to Paris Orly barely in time to light your interior fire with the bitter taste of a last cup of coffee that goes down burning like a bonfire on a field of dreams. Last call, calling all fliers, the good-byes and the kisses, overwhelmed lips turning around, once more, a last time, before becoming airlifted. J.T.Parreira Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted May 13, 2009 Share Posted May 13, 2009 I think this is my favorite poem of yours to date. It's very much to my taste; I can really feel it ... Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted May 13, 2009 Share Posted May 13, 2009 Last call, calling all fliers, the good-byes and the kisses, overwhelmed lips turning around, once more, a last time, before becoming airlifted. That is my favorite part of this poem. This poem talks a lot I like it so much Aleksandra Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fader Posted May 13, 2009 Share Posted May 13, 2009 Jt I like the way you wrote this! the poem carries it feelings in its words so well. Bitter, turning around. last call. Many more that all convey the subtle sadness and strain of saying goodbye. Well done! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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