just a translation really,I´m not used to writing english poems:)


Twitching pt 1

And yesterday when I sat there
looking for reasons,my fathers features
of faces and voices
I came to all the fences
we were climbing as kids
and hands I had held long ago
that all belonged
to the wrong bodies



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Written on 2005-08-04 at 00:58

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
a moment of solitary ponderings... the mind takes us back and reevaluates of some sort... sometimes its good, sometimes not so good... your poem's second line "looking for reasons" and the last lines "hands I had held long ago
that all belonged to the wrong bodies" suggest to me that your poem's moment isnt so good... the tone is one of reminiscence, i find... its quiet and calm... like some sadnesses are... very beautiful expression... i enjoyed reading... thanks for sharing :)

later...xx
2005-08-05


chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
made me think of visiting the childhood haunts when grown, done that a few times and thought to myself everything seems so small now.

a good piece - fathers features - father's features.
2005-08-04