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Names Will Never

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Write me a poem, I am too
tired to write my own. I have
no words for beaten women and men
in jail, I have a love of love poems
- drumming the ground, flying
the oceans, sailing - in my mind
I have a love of sailing.

Write me a poem, I am too sad
to beat the drums you'd hear
inside oceans, those drums were
for love and this isn't love -

Write me some quiet. Four days
and not one silence came my way.
There's just the noise of sticks
on ground and sticks on bones
and I was wishing for rain
and song when the rain came - and that
was all I wanted.

The rain comes. It washes
nothing away from the streets, it sings nothing.
It smells of home. Write me a poem
that smells of home, remember
home to us with all its sounds
of sticks and stones and bones and bones.
let's go stealers
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Robsonnet's avatar
You have a wonderful poetic voice, intuitively directed yet purposeful. I can tell you are going somewhere, but you aren't in too much of a hurry to pay attention to the sights and smells along the way.

These words especially spoke to me:
Write me some quiet. Four days
and not one silence came my way.
There's just the noise of sticks
on ground and sticks on bones
and I was wishing for rain
and song when the rain came - and that
was all I wanted.

The rain comes. It washes
nothing away from the streets, it sings nothing.