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Stitches I Drew - A Poem

Updated on February 8, 2013

And there they all stood,

while he alone rocked the house.

I was reminded of beatnik of the crippled and the blindly damned.

I moved my body and music,

it wrapped around me

spun me in circles even as my side ached

and the rhythm would not let go.

Stitches I drew across the floor as

your voice it wrapped around me and my hips rocked with you

back and forth,

side to side,

criss cross and in circles

back around you.

You looked at me, and I felt it,

in the way my shoulders moved and my

arms tried to hug the tune even after the riff pounded against me and

I became bigger and bigger.

With a sharpie marker I write down the sound of what people call me.

and I wait to talk to you.

and cant shake it,

can’t shake what you did to me back there.

You moved me. Moved me to write. Moved me to dance.

I’ll see you tomorrow? Yes doll face, tomorrow.

Moved me to forget,

and for a moment, a shiny

pristine moment, there was bliss.


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      frankieonfire 4 years ago from Eureka, CA

      You are both right about holding on to sweet memories! I also believe in order to experience something truly special - we have to take the bad with the good, sometimes in the same stride. I hang on to all the good times in hopes of getting to laugh at or at least be able to talk about the bad times later in newly gained wisdoms. Blessings Philly and and James -thank you for stopping and enjoying my words.

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      Tijani Achamlal 4 years ago from Morocco

      Breathtakingly beautiful and well-penned.Sweet memories are always unforgettable.That s why we still hold on to them and never let go.

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      Jose Velasquez 4 years ago from Lodi, New Jersey

      I believe memories are what life is about. Moments come and go but the memories last forever. It sounds like you lost someone special but its great you got to share that memory. We are all waiting for that tomorrow when we reunite with the loved ones we lost.

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      Cathy Nerujen 4 years ago from Edge of Reality and Known Space

      Amazing, momentous, stunning, the words match the last beautiful image of the dancer on water - barely tipping the surface yet gliding and so majestic. Oh Frankie, I love your writing and your beautiful imagination. Rated up and so tweeted. :)

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Cleverly creative poem. There are people who you meet and they move you so that you can't forget them ever.