My birthday present

May 14, 2007 09:54

My birthday was in January, and I finished a poem that day.  As a relatively recently single person, this particular poem was one I had needed to write.  Here it is (I use a nom de plume; not my real name):

The Box

We lived

With the sky painted on the inside

And all the world

In the box.

We didn’t know it was a box.

We were uncomfortable.

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euny_jwc May 14 2007, 18:58:38 UTC
Lovely

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rainmaiden May 25 2007, 21:43:06 UTC
Beautiful, and extremely evocative. I'm glad you wrote this.

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evilbobrex June 14 2007, 22:06:10 UTC
wicked beautiful
an amazing depth in meaning and beautiful allegory.
I don't know if we should be "friends"
but whatever bubbbles bubbles up.

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Why not be friends? hadhufang June 15 2007, 20:53:48 UTC
I realize this may seem wierd to you, but I actually like you. Unlike certain other former members of the (now defunct?) Spotlight Theater Company. I was kind of hoping, if I get to direct Vagina Monologues for OU next year, that I could do it in partnership with STC...that way we could maybe schedule a performance or two off campus...I may do it through the UU anyway...

I didn't know your blog was an LJ, or I'd have sent you an invite sooner...I'm still learning this universe...

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Re: Why not be friends? evilbobrex June 15 2007, 21:10:53 UTC
I worry quite a bit about offending people. Not because I care about thier offense, most of those I piss off are wrong, if not in thier hearts, then in any logical world. I do tend to spout off online often and loudly (as you know from my offending the robertsons) and express my feelings and their justifications. These things when added to the likelihood that there will be those reading your journal who feel my viewpoint to be less than worthy of reading ( ... )

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