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2005-08-05
This is one I've read before and didn't comment on. I loved it then and I love it now.
I think the reason I don't often comment on your work and other's who write like you (although I have yet to find anyone who can exactly match up to your unique, random style)... is because so much of what you write is open to interpretation and I guess I am a scaredy cat about interpreting it wrongly and exposing my simplicity :P... but then again I do appreciate that part of the beauty of poetry is that everyone is able to get something different from it... and what I got from this, and enjoyed most about it, was the sense of being young and carefree... experiencing life with that youthful clarity that fades and is so often lost once you've had kids and resigned yourself to never going out in the cold, after dark, unless of course the house is on fire or something.
What I really love about your writing is your original way of describing things...
clouds of popcorn, blaring cleavage, stable hatched babies, balconies of sick, music bulging from car radios... to pick out just a few examples... oh how I wish I could come up with stuff like that... you are an extraordinary poetess with an extra ordinary mind... and ohhh to think... I would have got 5 points if I had had the guts to post this comment on ap!! :P
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