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from the ABC set What was I thinking! they sounded so good in my head.

I came across you, in my contacts list.
I thought to say Hi,
or Hey or Hullo,
and caress the idea,
an ex-junkie being offered a fix.

I thought to tell you how it was,
the High definition, Glorious Technicolour, Panoramic,
Adrenalin rushed, Rocket fuelled highs.

And the world ending, booze soaked,
face down in a ditch, return to foetal,
agoraphobic lows.

And how when I lost you,
was like open heart surgery
without anasthetic,
a food, sleep, oxygen deprived existance.
and how the normalcy of each day staggers me
like a sunny afternoon after a matinee.

I really ought not say Hi, or Hey or
...sending....(oops)

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Comments

kheldar | March 30, 2010 - 10:04

Powerful stuff, very hard hitting.

David :--)

threeleafshamrock | March 30, 2010 - 10:37

...'the normalcy of each day staggers me
like a sunny afternoon after a matinee.'

Liked the whole piece but this line especially ;)

Chris XX

insertponceyfre... | March 30, 2010 - 10:38

I really liked this poem Shoe. Especially the way it starts off mundane and becomes something else altogether

penandpaperdreams | March 30, 2010 - 10:43

Really like this :)

I know that feeling of sending something you didn't intend to! Never thought about creating a piece from the experience, though, what a lovely idea and you've done it so well.

Rachel xx

Silver Spun Sand | March 30, 2010 - 11:21

I agree - powerful stuff. (Just a couple of minor points. Should be 'agoraphobic' and 'existence'...I think;-)

My favourite stanza:-

"I thought to tell you how it was,
the High definition, Glorious Technicolour, Panoramic,
Adrenalin rushed, Rocket fuelled highs."

As has been said, I think we can all identify with sending something in a fit of pique, and realising, whoops...shouldn't have done that;-)

Enjoyed.

Tina xx

MistakenMagic | March 30, 2010 - 13:02

'And how when I lost you,
was like open heart surgery
without anasthetic,
a food, sleep, oxygen deprived exsistance.'

- absolutely love these lines, Shirley! They're so raw but beautiful - as is the whole poem. Well done!

Magic xxx

shoe | March 30, 2010 - 14:09

Thanks Tina, your proofing is much appreciated, corrected now, glad you enjoyed it too,:~}

shoe | March 30, 2010 - 14:14

David, Chris, Insert, Magic, Rachel,

Many, many thanks to you guys,
for choosing the bits you like and taking time to comment, cheers up a chilly spring day no end!:~}

Silver Spun Sand | March 30, 2010 - 17:48

Jus' perfick now;-)

Tina xx

Anna Marie | March 31, 2010 - 14:06

I don't know where to begin. This stanza:

And how when I lost you,
was like open heart surgery
without anasthetic,
a food, sleep, oxygen deprived existance.
and how the normalcy of each day staggers me
like a sunny afternoon after a matinee.

I was enamored enamored with this line. Strong, poignant stuff. You've knocked me over, so early in the day.

-Anna

shoe | April 1, 2010 - 08:30

Anna, Really pleased you like this, thank you so much for your very complimentary comment,:~}

Kahdai | April 1, 2010 - 19:01

Marvellous shoe! I love the last lines, like me now! Kahdai xxx