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Alison Abraham, Four Years Old, Tateyama, Japan (Spring, 1990)
By manunkind
spring's first sunshine
caresses my face
kissing the winter pale skin
of my wrists
i am lying on my back in the street
looking at the shredded clouds..
the neighborhood bully rides his bike
towards me,
but i do not notice him-
(i am lost at the sea in the sky)
and when i find myself again, it is too late
there are tire tracks down the front
of my favorite pink dress
and my front tooth, a pearl in my palm
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Copyright 2005 voix de femme
Published on Tuesday, September 20, 2005.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Comments on "Alison Abraham, Four Years Old, Tateyama, Japan (Spring, 1990)"
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A former member wrote:
how terribly depressing. no, seriously ali! its nice, but man... i hated it when stuff like that happens to me.
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On Tuesday, September 20, 2005, blue
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wrote:
I found this to be a purely poetic display of honesty, certainly heart-felt and complete in the imagery you've created.. this played out in my mind rather graphically. So very well done! ~b
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A former member wrote:
Captivating..this triggered something in me..a kind of quieted despair. You very much intrigue.
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On Tuesday, September 20, 2005, glasshouse
(530) wrote:
How sad. This is my childhood, I think. I just wanted to be on my own. Left to my own devices. But I couldnt be left alone, apparently. Good write. The beginning was grasping. -Glass
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