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The Poems Remain the Same

As I pal around the site

The words blur to one

The screen becomes a series of masses



But the poems remain the same



I hear the clock tick...

It's now two twenty-five



Is that an "I"

Or an "L"

My tired eyes can't tell them apart.



But the poems remain the same

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is what I get when I stay up too late on this site. And I don't think people are understanding this. What this means is as everything around me blurs together, the words of the poems remain clear. It has nothing to do with the content of the poetry I'm reading.

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last updated 10 October 2010 - 9:28pm
©19 January 2003 - 9:28am — aeiouna
19 January 2003 - 4:33pm — Ernest Bevans (not verified)
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Don't despair, you'r not seeing things
all the poems are the same
I, I, I, me, me, me, and love ad-naueseum
(I myself have been guilty these I-me-love crimes)
it is enough to drive a person insane.
good observation.

However Oscar Wilde said; "poems spring from genuine emotion" - My opinion is however that poems are turned
into poetry not by original ideas or thoughts but by
originality in the poets vision and construction.
Keep Witing - Keep the Faith.

11 September 2003 - 6:56am — Cole Rieger (not verified)
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I guess I read this 'cos I thought it would be like Led Zeppelin's The Song Remains the Same, it wasn't. I get what you mean, it's ok. It's all good.