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you caught
the stars left handed
tossed 'em back
eyes twinkling
before the sun realized
they were gone

blowing
out your fingers
like candles & cracking jokes
(so i wouldn't worry)
you couldn't hide
what you were

2015-Rene

Comments

  1. i agree with the last two lines. we just can't hide what we are

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  2. I like this person you are writing about :)

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  3. the last two lines are very truthful.

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  4. There's much truth to see behind closed eyelids...

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  5. Excellent! Can't help thinking the left hand a brilliant choice since all we see in the photo is the right hand.

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  6. "May she be in heaven a good half hour before the devil knows shes dead !"

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  7. This is the best thing I've read in a dog's age. The catching the stars left handed really grabbed me, and then the whole rest of the poem lived up to the start.

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  8. That first line is steller Rene!!! An amazing write!

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  9. Tossing the stars back - beautifully written lines.

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  10. So true, even the unseeing eye, sees!

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  11. Love! Love! Love this! Short and to the point. No waste. No haste. Just right.

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  12. Love the notion of blowing out fingers like candles...wow...

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  13. None of us can, I guess. Well done.

    =)

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  14. Great story--I'd like to read more about the character. :)

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  15. Well done, indeed. I am left wanting more.

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  16. One can only pretend to someone else for some time but not all the time.

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