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I Am...

Struck...as
My lips remain dumb
I am in awe of myself

Dancing in the rings of the full moon
Working in the fields, harvesting time

Remembering me yet
Not knowing me
In want of me

Je suis
tu es
ils est
elle est
nous sommes
...
No second chances
Mark has butter sandwiches
and you and Mimee
Turn out ok
Goo goo ga joob...
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  1. Kenia SantosApril 2, 2010 at 10:21 AM

    It has even a musical rythm! =)))) Great to see you writing again. I'm always missing you.

    Take care my dear! Much love from Brazil!

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  2. Janet JarrellApril 7, 2010 at 12:10 PM

    Hi Kenia,

    Always writing, thinking, working...not always posting!

    Love to you

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  3. Marc LathamApril 21, 2010 at 2:05 PM

    Nice imagery and switching between settings, languages and time Janet.

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  4. JeevesMay 2, 2010 at 11:17 AM

    Lovely poem. Nice feel and rhythm

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  5. M.E.GainesMay 17, 2010 at 5:57 AM

    Enjoyed the self-evaluation journey with multiple changes in rhythm along the way...and the perfect ending "Goo goo ga joob..."

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  6. Carrie Van HornMay 24, 2010 at 4:29 PM

    New to your blog....love it and your poetry. Look forward to more. :-)

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  7. BarkhaJuly 3, 2010 at 7:23 PM

    Nice and serene poem. a piece of peaceful emotions! loved it.
    Barkha Dhar
    http://dharbarkha.blogspot.com/

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