leave all your love and your loving behind

Mar 17, 2011 15:42

Happy Saint Patrick's Day, folks! Hope you're all drinking green beer/dancing about completely sober/doing exactly what you feel like doing :D

Pupdate: she still hasn't come back, which, just, augh, trying not to think about it. Per we_reflamingos's excellent suggestion, I put a call in to the Humane Society to see if they sent someone out to pick her up after ( Read more... )

puppy love, not my hair it is a poem, poetry

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zolac_no_miko March 17 2011, 19:53:50 UTC
Happy St. Patrick's to you! I slept in green pajamas... completely unintentionally, but I'm pleased. (Still wearing them. :D)

*worries about puppy*

Re: the poem... ah, I love it instantly, right from the title. Great title. And... the poem as a whole really speaks to me. I am constantly struggling with all of the things that I want to say but never can... instead I keep them inside where they give me indigestion.

...Why "pages on page"? It's just... I usually see "pages on pages" or "page upon page" or the like, and the fact that it's not... symmetrical... bothers that part of me that's just a little OCD. I flowed through everything else, but I stumbled over this one, stubbing my toe, and had to stop and stare at it a bit. Is there a reason, like, does it mean something in the poem, or is it just kind of incidental?

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gyzym March 17 2011, 19:54:38 UTC
There is a reason! That reasons is: I CANNOT TYPE AND IT IS A TYPO /o\

*FIXES*

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zolac_no_miko March 17 2011, 20:00:12 UTC
Hahaha, and here I am looking for meaning. XD It's just as well, I'm much better at finding typos than the other thing.

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photoclerk March 17 2011, 19:54:36 UTC
tucked up amongst the other things we don't touch;
we don't touch--> untouched?
small seeking hands is eighteen kinds of creepy for me when it follows honey for some reason. it's probably Nellie's fault (horror post).
pages on page? pages upon pages?

lovely feeling to it overall. beautiful imagery

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gyzym March 17 2011, 19:57:05 UTC
I tried it with untouched, but I didn't like the flow as much; I'm putting a note in the word doc, though, to go back and try it again when I've got a couple weeks of distance on the rhythm. I ALSO DID NOT READ NELLIE'S HORROR POST, BECAUSE I AM EASILY FRIGHTENED, but I will definitely consider changing that.

And pages on page was a typo, lol, I have changed it to what it was supposed to say, which was pages on pages. I think I might like upon better, though :D

THANK YOU SO MUCH, BB :D

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photoclerk March 17 2011, 20:04:41 UTC
the title is brill also. Forgot to mention (how did I forge to mention?!). also,

shelves of our failings,
bumping together, dripping ink
unnoticed into my hair.

is just so lovely. it reminds me of my family- how we don't talk about things. It's not shame or hesitation keeping us, we just don't. The marks it's left in my history are very like ink going unnoticed until you realize that there are fingerprints everywhere.

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postcardmystery March 17 2011, 20:04:08 UTC
swept from my slippery fingers the letters

this line has a lovely rhythm to it

shelves upon shelves of our failings,
bumping together, dripping ink
unnoticed into my hair.

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

It's weird, I'm like third generation Irish, (not everyone moved to America, some of us moved to the North of England and pissed about building boats), but I am just totally unexcited by St Patrick's Day. /cool story bro.

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gyzym March 17 2011, 20:15:45 UTC
Thank you bb :D

St. Patrick's Day was called "Green Beer Day" at the college I went to, and, er, I'm sure a lot of other colleges in the states. It's been hard for me to divorce from that term :D

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postcardmystery March 17 2011, 20:30:15 UTC
Whatevs, you know I think everything you write is the second coming, etc. I SAY IT ANYWAY, BUT IT SHOULD BE A GIVEN.

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. We don't do that green beer thing. Also, even though I live in an area where like everyone is of Irish Catholic descent, (the area of my city that my parents are from, everyone was of Irish descent, everyone was Catholic, everyone had at least five children, and even the parish priest was Irish), we just don't do anything. And I say this as someone who did Irish dancing for like six years and has been to more Cèilidhean than I can count. (OH GOD THE DANCING I CANNOT DANCE I CANNOT. I CANNOT.)

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gyzym March 17 2011, 20:16:49 UTC
Thank you so much! Yeah, I went back and forth on the capitals, but I'm leaving them lowercase for now :D

I know exactly what I want to say until I wander into too much emotion, and then I can't do it, for whatever reason. I hope everything goes okay with the people you're talking to, love ♥

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lokifan March 19 2011, 14:02:39 UTC
Gorgeous!

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