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Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Untitled Nocturne

Shhh

you said.

Fingertips
Like a memory
Through my hair
Shhh.


Will,


Stubborness,


What use are they
In the dark?


Like a pot forgotten
I overflowed
And could not contain
All that I carried.


I had got lost
And though there was the whole blank night,
I couldn't have thought
How to put things right.


Shhh,


you said.


Baby,


shhhh.
_____

16 comments:

  1. "Fingertips
    Like a memory
    Through my hair
    Shhh." -- I sighed reading those lines. Beautiful, Shay.

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  2. I've said and heard those words so many times.

    This was lovely.

    Shhh,
    jj

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  3. Oh shay, lovely. Really really good. Your writing rocks girl :)

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  4. When you overflow onto this page, it's always good.

    How beautiful...

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  5. shhh ... indeed ... memories .. ahhh

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  6. Lovely and soothing. shhh...

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  7. I wonder if you will write a poetry book someday.

    It sounds creepy when a Harley man like Mac says "shhhhh" It's like he's about to offer you some candy and do unmentionable things to you.

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  8. hold me? so sad, yet blessed all in one.

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  9. Gentle. Loving, caring. I so like it.

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  10. This says so much. And, says it beautifully.

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  11. It's difficult to type with Earl Grey's tail on the keyboard!

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  12. LOL @ SeƱorita's comment. Btw, I love your book, Shay. When will you write another one and include this gem in it, amiguita?? Shhh, don't tell me...surprise me!! ;)

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