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@ 2009-09-09 – 23:05:43
Need words..
and hands
and arms
and closeness...
Just need.
'Apologies for being so damned needy,' she muttered...over
...and over -
over again...
apologies
apologies.
Windows are frosted and closed and shut.
Tight.
Branches sway and swoon...
Cold.
Brittle.
She is sorry really, she is.
She looks out
and watches
the ripples within the ancient bark.
(c) prettyintelligentprincess
daileyv
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Prettyintelligentprincess
Pro gosh, thank you...and I am glad you enjoyed, however nothing changes the words I write...they spill out in moments..usually after glass or three of red...but I know when I write, I write it well...I have to feel the need...
And then the words set, slowly...
So my words will not change...
they are right for the moment and me.
So few words such powerfully expressed emotion.
Terrific title.
Prettyintelligentprincess
Pro THANK YOU.
Very complimentary.
Pip x
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I love your writing, as I think you know - this one reverberates deeply with me and my needy self! If I were editing it, I think I would replace the three "apologies" with "sorry", which seems more natural. And then I would remove "She is sorry really, she is", as I don't think it adds to an already wonderful poem. Thanks for sharing xx