like_myself mon i'm running to catch a falling ember in the dry grass likeness of myself trace of scratched out lines chiseled pictograph i can't see myself clearly it hides i can't see my self with foreign eyes i am caught in a noose slipknot i'm running to catch myself tugging loose the thread trying not to unravel what i wind trying not to jumble biting with teeth to grip to not let go 030917 ... pipedream that was fantastic. i love simple pieces, and this was just so direct and beautiful that i read it twice, thrice, four times, just to delight in the neat little skippity-skip of short lines that clip themselves short so precisely. what a joy. 030919 ... mon !wow! ;) that means a bundle to me, thanks pipedream . 030919 ... pipedream the pleasure was ALL mine, my dear :) and i also know how good it feels when someone bothers to actually tell you how a poem felt to them...shores up insecurities :) 030919 ... oldephebe casts his care to the cause yeah this was pretty amazing 030919 ... mon *smiles a sleepy waking_up smile* 030919 ... uow i'm not at all like myself 040915 what's it to you? who go blather from