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Lost in Yours

by ZanyPlebeian


Lost In Yours

I lost my hand in yours
and we walked the same old route,
lost my hand like it’s not been lost
before, as we spoke of lake reflections,
old bridges,
car exhaust and work—
as pyres burn ahead of us
leaving scorched roads
in front and then behind,
prelude to eerie coyote calls
we hear when it’s way past curfew,
as Sunday morning dawns again
and we step through
the chipped church doors
as bells toll,
and we smile and look around,
warily,
amazed we haven’t been struck dead,
as the old folk glare
and teach their children,
their eyes always seeing our hands,
as the mass begins and ends,
before I finally pull you close to me
and finish what we started.


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Sat Mar 18, 2006 2:30 pm
ZanyPlebeian says...



I agree with the consensus on "lost my hand like it’s not been lost/before"...it bothered me when I wrote it but I left it in just because I like putting up an unpolished version so that people can critique it in it's "pure" form.

Thanks all
Brian




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Sat Mar 18, 2006 7:47 am
Elizabeth wrote a review...



lost my hand like it’s not been lost

that was the only line that bothered me because... the repition of the word lost perhaps but the rest was very good... I'm tired... haha no offens ebut it's like 2 am here. I like reading poems early in the morning.

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Sat Mar 18, 2006 2:57 am
ZanyPlebeian says...



I know what pyres are.




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Sat Mar 18, 2006 1:04 am
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not really rhythmatic, but we won't get into this. the only part that i must object to is this:

lost my hand like it’s not been lost

this was a bit dull and served no point - i didn't feel any importance or...well, it was basically drudge for me to read. i'm not sure i used drudge in the proper context, but that is pointless.

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as pyres burn ahead of us

should it be tyres?
Nice imagery,the first line really gripped me, it was a beautiful line.


pyres: basically, piles of burning stuff. as least that's how i know it.

and finish what we started.

i loved this last line.




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Fri Mar 17, 2006 9:31 pm
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as pyres burn ahead of us
should it be tyres?
Nice imagery,the first line really gripped me, it was a beautiful line.

As for the flow, it wasn't quite right in my opinion. The rhythm seemed awkward.

But as for the content of the poem, i really enjoyed reading this.





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