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30 years in a Hole The air smells different,
like excess ozone
lingers, waiting,
building up to discharge,
a buzzing in my ears,
that no one else can hear;
ashes in my mouth
from burned out memories,
dust in the eyes
from dried up adrenaline,
and I know that
it's simply
that I'm short.
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not sure how I feel about the ending, maybe if it was I fall short, or something, but the rest is just beautiful and gah these lines! I could cry for these lines and still not wash away the stain they have left upon me " a buzzing in my ears, that no one esle can hear; ashes in my mouth, from burned out memories"
Much Love
Ashley
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Sorry Dear. I was afraid this one would miss the mark with many, but I think it will resonate with those who understand being "short". Love ;-)
I think it comes down to my
I think it comes down to my love of metaphor and how everything I read i tedn to read the metaphor between the lines, and you my dear are anything but short as a human being :)
Much Love
Ashley
The Title Says It All
I'm reminded of the song, Short People, but this poem of course means broke "short on green" or it means humor in stature compared to the ills that befall one and this is the rationale - whatever the poet intended, that buzz is in my ear too - Just Bein' Lady A
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I wrote this from a completely different place, but that's what I so LOVE about poetry; when we connect, we connect in our own unique ways. If I can convey what I want and leave room for you to bring your own thoughts and emotions, I feel on top of the world! You made my nigt, Dear Lady A!!!
Ha and Ha
I just caught your reply, okay so I brought me to the meaning - so you know that was gonna be a pretty big MISS. I once (with a team) was asked to interpret "The Emperor of Ice Cream". We came no where near "Death" - take from the dresser of deal, the one lacking the three glass nobs. We did not get the metaphor for casket. We were sad, but missing works for no other reason than that I was able to quote lines from memory from "Emperor". Let be be finale of seem, the only Emperor is the Emperor of Ice Cream. - I'm Just Sayin' - :D - Lady A
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That's the beauty of poetry, that intense connect with the writer's words, but (hopefully) the poet leaves room for you to stretch out and find yourself within the words. I LOVE those rare occasions when that happens! ;-)