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Contact

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The envelop shouts

     The crooked stamps, strips of tape crisscrossing the back

     Handwriting large bold sliding downwards, cross outs.

No need to see the return address.

No need to open to feel the sharp bright stabs

    Glittering, blinding, wounding, accusing, berating.

Written along the margins, on the back in the PSs will be proof

    that "they" are everywhere, poisoning food, air, the neighbors.

Clipped to the pages will be newspaper clippings, underlining so heavy

        it tears the page.

Throughout will be the rage, the fear.

    Yet, existing precariously among the shards of feeling will be

  small quiet pools of ordinary, "What is your weather like?"

      "here is a picture of you with your cousin."

         Expectation of those little areas of comfort will

   urge me to carefully open the letter from home.

 

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Tempy commented on Contact

07-24-2016

Why do you keep blocking me from this site? I'm pissed off I miss my friends from here. And nothing's changed in years who died!

jesusfreake commented on Contact

06-22-2011

I love this poem, its flow was remarkable and each stanza built momentum to the next....but umm i still have a question, I want to close my account, is that possible?

khrsat commented on Contact

01-23-2011

It doesn't answer my question. If I want my poem rated, do I have to be in the contest?

shadedmoon

03/22/2011

Yeah...on the contact page...it didn't show up. All I got was this poem. Anyone know how to delete an account?

cutbanksam commented on Contact

01-03-2011

Great build up. Nice ending. You have taken what some see as mundane and showed the meaning behind it. Very good job.

christianprep commented on Contact

11-26-2010

Wonderful... I was trying too look for why i can't enter chat it says i am already there but i am not.. and ran into this wonderful poem. I just love it, your and amazing writer...

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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