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Eilidh
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too many words
there are too many words
i know not how to speak
too many syllables
for countries you'd
never understand
they say start at home
with what you know best
makes sense
for those born
in neatly colored polygons
but there are too many countries
to fit in this story
too many myths i cannot
translate
too many fragments
too many see-you-
no-never-see-you-
sure-maybes
too many
too many
fears
for what if the future
is not built from the past
what if each day
has the potential to change
someone's tomorrow
but you don't know how
you don't know where
just that it might
if you
let it?
there are too many countries
to fit in these hands
too many faces i will
never remember.
too many stories
that will never translate
too many
goodbyes
forever.
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Fri Jul 15, 2011 6:42 am |
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Eilidh
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*shameless bump*
Two evenings ago, I met a friend for tea and we had a conversation that reminded of the natural and emotional landscapes in which I wrote this poem. Probably without intention, she taught me that some stories we know in our hearts to be utterly ineffable actually can be told--and deserve to be told--to the right people at the right time. We just have to keep our eyes and ears open and not miss the precious opportunity, for it may never come again.
Thoughtfully,
Eilidh
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MdmPrez
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Glad you bumped it. I remember it but didn't have time to post.
Good Job!
Cat
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Sat Dec 24, 2011 8:14 pm |
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Eilidh
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Cat,
Thank you for taking the time to read and comment.
~Eilidh
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Thu Dec 29, 2011 3:35 am |
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Eilidh
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Thanks, Cave.
For better or for worse, this poem is just as relevant as the day I wrote it.
~Eilidh
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