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Post by Melissa on Jun 12, 2010 3:38:43 GMT -5
I wrote this a couple of weeks ago and thought I'd share it with you all. I'm been thinking about the day/week surrounding Michael's death lately, with the anniversary approaching and all. I sit at the same window mentioned in the poem as I write this. I found out about his death late on the 25th, surfing the net alone by myself. I stayed up late into the night searching for news, for some kind of solace and connection ... I ended up joining Twitter and posted this (my very first post):
"12:57 a.m. I can barely hear the traffic now. My heartbeat rises. Michael Jackson is dead. Beat it, Michael. Walk on the moon."
Anyhow, here's my poem:
Green Light by MS
This is the window where I learned of your death. This is the limited view I look on, while you speak of things like history, making a change as though you knew how it was made. A responsibility
I don’t know how to take, so I give words and toss them at the world like playthings flying together and apart. Everything on loan: your dancing feet, pipe wind of your instrument, recorded sound synonymous now with your story—a record, a song that rattles street signs, fells branches, shakes the gutters loose
unlatches the gate and swings it, swift and sure against the fence. You ask again and again if I can come out, come in, come through this window where I watch a green light flash at the intersection of my life:
move, the light is green move the light move
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Post by karencanada on Jul 30, 2010 1:30:17 GMT -5
Beautiful, Melissa...poetry as I wish I could write it....
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Post by catharina59 on Jul 31, 2010 7:22:55 GMT -5
Beautiful! in one word and very inspiring; thank you for sharing it, Melissa love catharina
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Post by smile2010 on Aug 31, 2010 16:56:50 GMT -5
I loved your poem Melissa :-)
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