“I took a nap and wept for no reason.”
– Jim Harrison
It was more like seeping than weeping,
water beaded on the walls of our dreams
Did we know the quiet of snow’s malice,
Spring’s melt too slow, too sure for imagination?
How it would rise like sleep,
darkness spread in lazy pools across the floor
A cellar that welcomed nightmare
from between the cold stones of its walls
What mother language of night did you know
to wake with a start and tell me “it’s time”
And I again to descend,
in the wake of the flood.
qbit 
Tremendous. You create a great atmosphere. Love that seeping image.
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Thanks!
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I’m not certain what you didn’t like about this. The relationship of tears and walls rings true throughout. ‘Seeping’ amplifies the despair.
I like!
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Haunting feel. Night, sleep, damp…blend together well.
Especially like the 1st stanza and the last 2. Uncharacteristic style for you; like that part. Fits the quote quite well. Feel like I need a sweater, now. Good stuff.
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I don’t know what this is about, but I feel that I know. There’s atmosphere and sensory perception, cold and damp and unnerving.
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That’s exactly how I felt!
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I’m pleased you did. It’s hard to know whether any interpretation is completely wide of the mark.
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Add me to that list! I don’t know what it is about either!
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Hahahaha!
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The seeping and weeping–there’s an atmosphere of impending doom. Gothic horror.
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I agree- so much gloom and doom here. You did this well.
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Ok, I just had to come back to this because it has bugged me all day. This is childbirth.
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Just got introduced to a room full of notable NY journalists as “my friend Randall, he’s a poet.”. Which is cool but rather hard to explain.
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Whoa! Nice! Nice hook… and?
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Shuck and jive. Juke. Uh, hi! Yes, I’m the neighbor across the hall! Our dogs are friends!
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Like the head writers for ABC and CNN and NYTimes reporters.
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Ahahaha! No way! This is priceless!
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It was cool for about the first five seconds until I realized that I was going to have to bob and weave heavily.
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Gloves. Right hook. Butterfly. Bee. Perhaps if you were introduced as a mercenary or hired killer?
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Ahahaha! That is so great. Yes. That would actually have been both easier and better.
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This poem has such an atmosphere… slightly eerie, dreamlike. Not your usual voice. Well done!
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Thanks. Not sure what I was doing at all.
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That’s when you know you’ve entered into the poem. Most of the time I don’t know what I’m doing… but that’s a different thing altogether. 🙂
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LOLOL!
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🙂
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