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A Sip
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2002 Half empty
Half full
Life sits
Like that
Take a sip
Remember
Minutes
Spent together
I won't forget
But I'll live
In the now
Because the past
Is broken somehow
It doesn't hurt
So much
I can find air
To breathe
Because sometimes
A sip
Is all that I need
An excellent take on how to place the past right where it should be. You can only read a book for the first time, once.
katie,i love it dont stop!
~*Guinevere*~
your poem's really jilted and doesn't run straight. i realize that you probably wrote it with that style in mind, but the style preference doesn't add to the motivation of the poem and it just seems like a half-finished piece of work. i DID like how you seemed to start to try and mirror the beginning and the end to try and connect it all- but that also needed a bit of organization to make it really reflect what you were trying to show.
Great imagery! "A sip is all I need..." has been my life's credo. This is a wonderful way of looking at hurt and loss. How old are you, You wise-beyond-your-years child? I am very impressed with your work. Very impressed.
Jessica