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Your poetry is utterly heart-catching. So beautiful. Bravo.

posted by Moohahaha on September 19, 2004 at 9:50 PM | link to this | reply

wow
that is so beautiful, it almost makes me feel sad for all of the old men I never understood, love it

posted by marzieh on September 19, 2004 at 9:26 PM | link to this | reply

sjkly

Haven't seen you around before...thanks for the compliment.

posted by MiaElla on September 10, 2004 at 9:14 PM | link to this | reply

I like the specificity of the poem.  The details are great also its like you let the reader veiw a snapshot of your life these snapshots create the type of intimacy between writer and reader that I think we all look for.

Sj

posted by sjkly on September 10, 2004 at 6:21 PM | link to this | reply

I love it!!! Great Poem.

posted by Melodystar on September 8, 2004 at 7:22 AM | link to this | reply

I hear my neighbor's piano almost every morning.

posted by mariantonia on September 7, 2004 at 3:55 PM | link to this | reply

Poisonous keys...l like it.

posted by aardvark on September 7, 2004 at 2:54 PM | link to this | reply

I just now saw this one.  I loved it!

posted by Holy_Grail on September 6, 2004 at 12:51 PM | link to this | reply

MiaElla
Very evocative. I like the part about keeping in tune while weeping, found myself thinking in terms of him "keeping time"...must be the old/young thing. If this isn't a finished work (and I think it is, or is very close) maybe you copuld explore the time thing, or maybe there's a part two?. It's lovely.

posted by MizMax on September 4, 2004 at 7:09 PM | link to this | reply

If this poem had a scent...
it would be absolutely delicious.;-)

posted by ralani on September 4, 2004 at 9:09 AM | link to this | reply

this is beautiful

posted by Tanoolicious on September 4, 2004 at 4:47 AM | link to this | reply

miaella
this is great -- how old is the "I" in the poem?  the lines about the mother's skin resound...tg

posted by tbgroucho on September 3, 2004 at 9:04 PM | link to this | reply

MiaElla this poem reminds me that playing an instrument
is a group effort.  When I play guitar and start singing (screaming?) my neighbors are all part of the show;-)

posted by FreeManWalking on September 3, 2004 at 8:20 PM | link to this | reply