Poetry For A Monday

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Blood Among The Oleanders

we waited

in air conditioned sedans,
suvs, beamers, and jags
bladders full, talk radio
blibbering on, people
by the thousand, delayed on I-80

we waited

braking for hours, guests
at our doors, dinners burning
babies getting tectchy, so inconvenienced,
so put out and self righteous
counting the minutes

we waited

delayed
by lives interrupted,
still miffed about our
own problems, despite
the blood among the oleanders

POSTED BY Lou ON 09.12.05 @ 10:55 pm |

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  1. Very good!!!

    PS. I know I screwed up last Thursday.. :-) - I’ll be making it up!

    Comment by tj — September 13, 2005 @ 5:33 pm

  2. The smell of oleanders is haunting. It just evokes so much. What a beautiful poem.

    Comment by Ruby — September 14, 2005 @ 3:25 pm

  3. Very nice verse, Lou — I definitely sense the anxiety and guilt, and tension between the two. Good one.

    Comment by Chrysalis — September 14, 2005 @ 5:22 pm

  4. Excellent verse, you are very talented.

    Comment by Jilly — September 14, 2005 @ 7:01 pm

  5. That was really good.

    Comment by soapbox.SUPERSTAR — September 15, 2005 @ 1:08 pm

  6. Very nice, and sad at the same time.

    Comment by Eric — September 21, 2005 @ 6:20 am

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