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of songs that were meant for paper
By eidos
I sat on a street corner and thought about
singing.
A performer, I am not, yet my fingers were dancing as if
they had the power of woodwind beneath them.
So I mouthed the words
that reminded me of you
while the feet walked by, never knowing they
just passed perfection.
When I reached the end of the dictionary
I realized that simple words do not make music.
so I called you
poetry, instead.
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Copyright 2012 eidos
Published on Wednesday, August 29, 2012.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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A former member wrote:
simple is always perfect.. good work
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A former member wrote:
Wow...very beautifully written. This reminds me of the many street performers downtown...full of music and even more complete with stories. Thank you.
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On Wednesday, August 29, 2012, lupus tenebrae
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wrote:
I agree with cotton, a very complete thought, like a musing in one sitting, almost conversational, but still pleasant enough to call it poetry. This is your style, I'd be willing to bet, and it shows.
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A former member wrote:
How beautiful. I like to think of words as sonorous beings all by their selves. This had a sweet internal sound to it and I like the format like it came pouring as one complete thought, fluid.
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