not insomnia exactly
(if I walk these sidewalks late enough
the ones you loved
the ones where you plucked the red hibiscus and wore it in your hair
perhaps I'll brush against the starfired edge of your memory
it lingers
certainly
as you linger
always always
in the night of me)
a waking dream
you are there
and yet I walk alone.
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Oh My GAWD!!!!!! This is straight out of my head. The image with its perfect greyscale contrasts and the poem. Good Lord..... the poem!!!!!
Congrats on Your first article for South Pasadena Patch WOOT!!!
That's beautiful: "in the night of me." I just love it.
And you're a poet, too.
You ended up with the talent of three people. This is perfect.
Great poem and photo, Laurie. Is today Pat's birthday?
=(
Thank you, everyone.
Pat and I became friends in early October and I always think of that first night drinking Baileys and trying to brainstorm ideas for a client. After I moved to South Pas, she loved Garfield Park and the winding sidewalk path around it.
Thanks for being kind about such a personal post.
Until tomorrow, gang.
Very poignant Laurie...
That's how I feel when I look at the clock, its 4am and I can't sleep.
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I'm a little late on this one.
I knew immediately who you were writing about. Yes, really poignant and so very beautiful.
I'm a little late on this one.
I knew immediately who you were writing about. Yes, really poignant and so very beautiful.
THank you.
And welcome, See me, Hear me. I love your nickname.
that first time you spend with someone where it's click click click
beautiful, beautiful
Another great night shot. Beautiful work and beautiful poem, too. I'm very glad to have found your blog.
Thank you, thank you. And welcome, Green Guy! Cool nickname!
I would love to read more of your poetry. I enjoy your haiku on Twitter. This is exceptional.
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