dr_con Posted April 4, 2021 Share Posted April 4, 2021 How it happened Part 1: Having a cigarette in the country of my birth This is how it happened, Before they taught borders, bound by family, Blood ties, we ran waddled crawled towards the danger fast shiny on asphalt “No,” cuts deep, big gods familiar bodies of pleasure, pain, saw him one last time still alive, my wedding, cigarette hand, I hadn’t given up yet playing with the fire. No Surprise when I realized this hotel, in morning light stood where forty years ago his broken home had been. Our immense lives ashed become small memories, swirling dawn, smoke. 1 Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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tonyv Posted April 7, 2021 Share Posted April 7, 2021 Juris, this is very good work. I think I read on Gate(Less) that between two poems this one was the one you didn’t care for and that it kind of grew on you over time. That was surprising, because I love this poem and preferred it over the other. Tony 1 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...
dr_con Posted April 8, 2021 Author Share Posted April 8, 2021 Indeed Tony, poem 1 I was exhausted and figured it sucked. Poem 2, well rested. But that's the difference of working out an idea and letting the poem write itself;-) TY for taking the time! J 1 Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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