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Getting Through : Creative Writing
NEON LOVE | from live_fast-die_young - Tuesday, April 25, 2006 accessed 1028 times I turn another dark corner and stop cold, all shook to the core to see a girl-child splashing up a puddle, my eyes transfixed at her feet on the wine-coloured liquid she dances in. The same puddle I danced in one-hundred and twenty-six nights ago. The same blood-red water I drowned in the day she left-- the day I crowned myself mad and forsaken, unholy but free. How has the water flowed here? How? Does she bleed? But the child has skipped lightly away past the next shadowed corner. Why then is the empty street bathed in crimson? My gaze turns upward to the lonely neon light advertising cheap love and drink just past the dingy archway. Ah, my friends, I have quaffed that cup long ago on a night like this when I should have known better. The little girl was right: Dance a little light-hearted while, then walk away. |
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Reader's comments on this article Add a new comment on this article | from placebo Sunday, May 14, 2006 - 07:13 (Agree/Disagree?) There's something to ex China culties and a knack for poetry.Nicely done Rosie. (reply to this comment)
| | | | | | | From placebo Monday, May 15, 2006, 08:27 (Agree/Disagree?) no one's interested in sappy overtures dealing with your significant other. I like poems about railroads, land, judgement day, family, hard times, whiskey, courtship, marriage, adultery, separation, murder, war, prison, rambling, damnation, home, salvation, death, pride, humor, pity, rebellion, patriotism, larceny, determination, tragedy, rowdiness, heartbreak, and love. And Mother. And God."(reply to this comment) |
| | | | | | | | | | from vixen Monday, May 08, 2006 - 03:15 (Agree/Disagree?) I liked that very much! You write beautifully. I'd be interested in hearing something about what you were saying with it, if you have time at some point to comment on it. I know what *I* read into it, but it would be great to have a more accurate insight into what concept you had hoped to convey - I tend to project myself onto what I read a little too much, especially when it comes to poetry. (reply to this comment)
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