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There is never a tomorrow, a yesterday
dressed in bright green marker told me so.
Leaping off a page in a forgotten
diary, spouting words to a love beyond
redemption.

I caught that thought before it burst into
a million little thoughts, pickled it in
fresh seawater, matured it in sunshine
upon the plinths of time. It whispers,
quivers, shivers.

Drizzles show off their aquiline grace,
pirouetting their complicity with my pickle.
Both momentary, flashes in pans, both fickle.
Ballet is for the graceless, the graceful just
need thoughts.




Poetry by Arti
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Written on 2007-09-05 at 09:22

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Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Love the thought of ballet being for the graceless - wonderful creative writing Arti

Elle x
2007-09-05


Kathy Lockhart
that thought pickle, sure can dance.
I see green
I see maturity
I see a young girls diary in the hands of the woman she became.
I see Poetry!
2007-09-05