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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4349 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention unavoidable love poems dorothea (Dorothy Doyle Mienko) is it called a love poem if the moon sleeps through it? what accounts for the snow and how we unfold into our folded unfoldedness do we attach to a particular star and fling ourselves onto the top of a tree at which point do we become certain, and how do we know every poem isn't a love poem, mushy or otherwise doesn't the heart have to rise like bread long after our ghosts have tucked the angels in should we dip each other in chocolate, to gobble away the loneliness: and isn't that called hunger? |
