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I wrote this poem during a year I took between high school and college. I wrote it after looking at the ground under a bench on an overlook near my house. The title refers to finally getting out of the hospital. View table of contents...
Submitted: Dec 19, 2007 Reads: 37 Comments: 2 Likes: 1
Recovery
Green Green Green grass
Whispers
My shoe answers bending
Blades of grass.
Enveloped in that
Tangle tangle tangled
Hair of grass.
Stones and cigarettes.
Lungs full of some odd shape
Some strange strange force
Draws extract exact
Sun on my face.
Listening to shouting
Nihilists. TV blares some
Odd concoction to make
You happy!
I sit back in my chair
And wait. Inhale, exhale.
I find your eyes.
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i like the peace that the narrator seems to feel, the sense of being in a place and just taking in the details. very in the minute to me. nice poem.
Posted: Dec 19, 2007
I'm not sure what exactly I like about this... possibly the whole thing, the mood that is portrayed through the direction and execution of your words. Well done!
Posted: Jun 2, 2008
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