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The artist

The artist

 
 Sipping early morning cappuccino
On the balcony of her tiny apartment  
far  from the din of New York City
she is lost in time  
Reading a copy of Cosmopolitan magazine.
Invisible   
Up the road, hundreds of miles due north
Sunday is dark and gray 
 his thoughts are licking her ankles…    
   flames in the fireplace, 
glancing at the snow,  
inhaling poetry from dust-covered
cadavers
   
      

 

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Leah Yodico

Oh!  Wow!!  Congrats to both of you!! 
I'm behind the news ? 

 

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Christopher Correia

Leah, so glad you liked the poem?  lol, you're adorable, cheers poetess

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Christopher Correia

hey, charlotte, thanks for the interesting comment; not sure what it has to do with the poem though lol...now, now, charlotte, simmer down...everyone knows this site is about inspiration and poetic expression, we are a community of brothers and sisters sharing our love and admiration for the genre, we promote encourage and seek the betterment of each other, glide in love sis, you may have wounded my spirit today by your words, it's hard to unwrite certain things so please consider what you write down; you can think what you wish but writing something down is not cool; even with a 'lol' attached to it, thanks charlotte     

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