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Post by Cir on Jun 21, 2014 0:10:37 GMT -5
“6/20/14 (Curtains)”
The whisper of the furthest pages turn
A seat of calm
Devoid of uncertainty
The deep breath, stern smile
then cavalier dash across the keyboard
The last threshold between two lovers
The meeting of eyes before bed every night
After the final boss's sound effect
and the only point that matters
The end.
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Post by frodissa on Jun 21, 2014 11:06:30 GMT -5
It seems like bosses should be boss's when I read this. Bosses makes for an interesting sentence, though! This seems like it could be about several things. I like the mystery and the words that make up the end of the poem.
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Post by Cir on Jun 21, 2014 13:55:17 GMT -5
Yeah, that was a late night typo. Thanks Lynn!
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Post by tarasummerville on Jun 21, 2014 20:15:02 GMT -5
You're talking about that magical moment, as a writer, when lightning strikes... right? That intense point in time where you feel like you are actually creating something great and your ego implodes? I think that if this is the image that you were trying to paint- you did it perfectly. I remember those nights so well. And i'm assuming that the title "Curtains" was the thing you were blankly staring at between keystokes? After reading this, i feel like i am closer to you... which is the number one reason we write.
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Post by Cir on Jun 22, 2014 17:36:59 GMT -5
Excellent! Thank you.
Part of it is about a magical moment in writing for sure. I only included two of my favorite words (the last two in the poem). Each stanza deals with the theme.
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