eagles

By somethingididntdo

Tue, 17 May 2011
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I'm sitting in a park
and I'm reading,
Bukowski

That isn't relevant
so much as it happened.
Does that matter?

I'm thinking about this poem
inspired to imitation?
A bit.
And then I see her.

The sun is behind
as she comes at me,
all her curves are radiant
she is glowing
sun blazing around her blinding form

Around her legs
her face
she's so beautiful
too beautiful,
to see?

She walks past
out of the sun
And I can see her at last.

It is amazing
sometimes,
how someone can make you feel,
and sometimes,
how fast regret can set in.

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somethingididntdo

Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi somethingididntdo, it's crazy what a beautiful person can do, without even realising it, all that charm and physical attraction. I think this poem has all those elements. Good little read. Jenny.

 

Submitted by seashore on
I very much like the way this is written - my favourite bit - `She walks past out of the sun And I can see her at last.' Keep meaning to read Bukowski.

Submitted by somethingididntdo on
read bukowski! i got sent it as a gift. awesome gift. i'm not a fan of poetry (yet i keep writing it ?) I still have those pained GCSE poetry lessons in my head. Bukowski is a nice antidote.

Submitted by celticman on
how fast regret can set in.' Yeh, unfortunately.