Monday, January 13, 2003

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Rating: 3.3

We smile at each other
and I lean back against the wicker couch.
How does it feel to be dead? I say.
You touch my knees with your blue fingers.
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Ai Ogawa
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Ratnakar Mandlik 22 October 2016

Your own life Is a chain of words that one day will snap. Amazing imagery. Thanks for sharing.

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Warden Vukeya 22 October 2016

I really enjoyed reading this poem, nice one

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Edward Kofi Louis 22 October 2016

Life and death. Facing the facts. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Elena Sandu 22 October 2016

Wow a breath taking poem, such an amazing read, will try to learn more of this poet.

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Michael Walker 19 March 2015

A dialogue between the living and the dead. I think it succeeds. Michael Walker.

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Kevin Patrick 17 June 2014

The imagery is vivid with beauty with tinges of horror, the sequence of young girls in a circle, makes me think of human sacrifices performed by pagan cultures. Theirs also a Lovecraftian feel, when she asks what its like to be dead but then doesn't want to hear it because it would alter her reality.

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Lydia Monet 17 June 2014

In figure skating my coach tells me that every movement I make must become one. She expressed that in her poem beautifully! Poetry, I feel must be about self-expression!

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Leslie Philibert 17 June 2013

reminds me of the confessional style of Olds and Plath - excellent

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Pranab K Chakraborty 17 June 2012

and that's what it's like only ten times clearer, ten times more horrible............ Well played harmony between life and death.

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Anabel just Anabel 01 February 2007

wow pretty cool! ! sure when we think about death we get a chill but is not so bad...

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