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(Lawton Watch)

When I get tired of writing
you and I
I turn to watchtowers
and return I will to that one of Lawton

which face resembles that of a hermit’s
saddened by you and I once summer souls
silhouettes sitting by the bay now merely ghosts
among layers of sunset scenes

stranded there


When I get perplexed about
something and everything
I turn to watchtowers
and return I will to that one of Lawton

which hands point to the city
and the world around it,
which chimes say
“Ask everyone not me. Ask God

when the clock strikes twelve”





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*************************************
crystal face I kiss
tongue tastes like sweet cold rain
I fall into pond




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The following comments are for "Watching Lawton"
by peterpaulino

Watching Lawton
I get a haunted feeling reading this, something ghostly, taken out of, or suspended in, time. There's also a sense of expectation/ or is it yearning?/ or both? It's not a dense poem, and it's written with a feather-light touch where even the pauses seem to breathe and sigh, at least to me. Very effective, really liked this.

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: July 22, 2006 )

Peter!
Another glimpse into your soul, Peter. More perfect reflective longing. I'd buy a book of these.

( Posted by: Viper9 [Member] On: July 22, 2006 )

The Man i Home!
Hey Peter! Welcome home my friend. So happy to see you here and posting something awesome! This made me feel like I was sitting next you, eyes closed just feeling your thoughts. Beautiful!

Write on!
Nae

( Posted by: nae411 [Member] On: July 24, 2006 )

I get so excited
I forget how to spell, make that "The Man Is Home!". And of course "sitting next to you" damn fat fingers can't control themselves.

Hugs,
Nae

( Posted by: nae411 [Member] On: July 24, 2006 )

watching
You are talented my friend.

( Posted by: unseenwriterx [Member] On: July 24, 2006 )

Peter
I not real swift in the understanding poem situations...but I'll use my age as an excuse...here's what I get ...Many times when a breakup hurts so much you can't stand it...you want to back to better times...I can listen to the oldies (the songs the cavemen used to play) and remember who I was with and what we were doing...mostly dancing..this poem was lovely...Kacee

( Posted by: Nitz Kitty [Member] On: July 24, 2006 )





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