Emulating

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
poetry about being something your not, and in doing so finding one's self

Submitted: March 08, 2012

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Emulating

Their happy patriarcal laughing.

Their gentle gulping eye.

Nothing really withstanding

Nothing really for I

 

A Lonely drag amongst them,

Observing without emulating;

My breath shows, then seceeds, always disipating.

 

Falter

From the Flock,

A dying tear drop of the sun,

scorching

scaring the sacred earth

 

One night out, beneath the canopy

of atmosphere and sky,

A star streaked through the still

it swirled about the night,

mixing the stars into concoctions.

 

I hoped it was just like I

 

In lecture I learned of it,

the tale it wove so intricate;

the tail made of rock and burning ore.

Impersonating

a star,

but I knew, I hoped, it burned much brighter

and hoped it was just like I.


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