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Do you have to ask what I do?
Do we have to start being acquainted
when the rain outside
had several minutes ago stopped?
Do I soullessly pray for a night-long storm
just so I can reach the part where I say
Iím really not that soulless, that I too,
like the rest, fall in love and cry?

Do I have to ask you to ask first what my name is?
We missed that part; I shunned it
as I wanted more to stand still
beside you at the waiting shed
careful that a wrong word or accent
could drive you away; you skipped that part
saved it for now should the rain start again
and the weather is absurd a subject.

Do we have to linger at the doorstep and kiss?
Do you know what life awaits me outside,
which world? Do I have to look back
at you behind the gate, looking back at me
without any affection at all, but
perhaps a marvel at how strange
my image flickers with beauty and ugliness
as I run across the street?

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

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The following comments are for "October Night"

October Night
Don't have the time to devote to this that it deserves but I should say that it's beautiful, full of intense and awkward silences, in that space between thought and expression. sad and lovely this one, thanks for this.

( Posted by: AuldmiseryGuts [Member] On: October 9, 2006 )

Wanda and Shannon
Wanda, thank you for the high rating, I am glad that you continue reading my stuff. :-)

Shannon, that you read and let me know is enough... that you say a little that is most important in this poem touches me to the core... yes, intense and awkward silences is what this poem is about. Thank you. ;-)

( Posted by: peterpaulino [Member] On: October 9, 2006 )

Lucie, October Night
Thank you my dear friend. Why everything, because they're so impermanent, change so quickly with even just a blink of an eye I have already always accepted. This poem is one example that though we often ask an acquaintance their name, it is still the moments spent with them that register to our mind, and heart. Sometimes, those who remained as strangers leave an aching in our heart... and those who make it into our lives gather all the past aches that these strangers left in us, and throw them all out the window! We wouldn't know who becomes a stranger, a friend, and an estranged friend... but all in all they play parts in our lives that are essential.

( Posted by: peterpaulino [Member] On: October 11, 2006 )

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