Having a clear out of first lines for poems I shall never write.
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@brianbilston Today we shall make strudel
from the last of the flour,
then journey forth into
an uncaring world
together.
Solidarity.@superflippy Stirring words
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@brianbilston
Please don’t do that it’s disgusting
Was what they used to say
When I did that thing I used to do
to make you go away
But years have passed and
We are cast
in different roles today
So now you do it with me
And I like it more that way@markmason Beautiful, mysterious and moving
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Having a clear out of first lines for poems I shall never write. Please help yourself to any of these.
her eyes were a question mark, her mouth a semi-colon
her ears parentheses to her bold face
the caret of her nose pointed to something lacking
no character in her empty header space -
@Bumblefish ha ha!
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@slowtiger Wonderful!
@brianbilston
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Where have you been?
This is unbearable—please don’t go yet. Please don’t leave.I keep replaying it; I keep seeing it; I keep hearing it.
I remember Newport; I remember Pagnell; I remember the bowl with the chipped rim—
and I hate that I remember it so clearly.We said we would make things right this winter, and you listened, and I listened.
But today the questions won’t stop: why now, why like this, why again?
The sky keeps darkening—again and again—and I can’t tell if it’s the weather or me.I saw Carter. He called. I didn’t answer at first.
I tried to steady myself, but the bleeding wouldn’t slow, and I was afraid to ask for help.
I kept thinking, stay, just stay, and then the thought broke in half.I loved you—still do—and I hate how quickly love turns into something sharp.
I forgot the simplest things; I forgot what I meant to say; I forgot what I promised.
And then I remembered, all at once, and it felt worse.Please don’t turn this into another unfinished goodbye.
If you can, come back. If you can’t, at least tell me the truth.
Do you remember?
Or am I the only one holding the chipped pieces and calling them a whole?@Netraven Ha ha! You found a home for so many of them.
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her eyes were a question mark, her mouth a semi-colon
her ears parentheses to her bold face
the caret of her nose pointed to something lacking
no character in her empty header space@roque Excellent
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@AnnaSaultron That’s a work of beauty, Anna
@brianbilston thank you for the allowance to use your scraped ideas as inspiration.
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Having a clear out of first lines for poems I shall never write. Please help yourself to any of these.
@brianbilston
Carter called again today,
Enquiring of his ladder
But I rushed past him through the door
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Having a clear out of first lines for poems I shall never write. Please help yourself to any of these.
I am a bowl, chipped at the rim
you snag on me
scratched, sore
but still you sip
the heat
the salt
you spin me to a smoother spot
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Having a clear out of first lines for poems I shall never write. Please help yourself to any of these.
@brianbilston Tag yourself: I am a bowl, chipped at the rim.
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@Netraven Ha ha! You found a home for so many of them.
@brianbilston words are structure is life. When I stop breathing, they breathe on in my place.
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@capnthommo These lines provide more questions than answers.
@brianbilston well every bit of research just opens up a whole lot more questions
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Having a clear out of first lines for poems I shall never write. Please help yourself to any of these.
@brianbilston
I think the problem is they don’t rhyme.
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Having a clear out of first lines for poems I shall never write. Please help yourself to any of these.
Carter called again today, enquiring of his ladder
Each time he comes around for it, he's angrier and madder
It was his father's pride and joy, his grandpa's treasure too
He'll rip your heart out when he learns you dropped it in the loo!And why'd you choose to use the ultra full-strength bleach?
Ensuring that restoring it was now quite out of reach.Why start with the biggest part, to try a new technique?
That acid did not leach the bleach, it made the ladder weak.What made you choose "Remove the screws", as the next thing to try?
There is no doubt, Carter finds out, and you are gonna die!And trying to burn the acid out! Well that was really dumb!
When Carter knows, well, I suppose he'll knock you on your bum.A chainsaw now? That's not the tool for fixing massive burns!
I do not plan to be near here, when Carter next returns!That YouTube short was just AI, there are no real-life hacks
For assembling a pile of chips by hitting with an axe
If I were you I'd sweep that pile of splinters off the floor
That booming sound, I guess, is Carter pounding at your door. -
@brianbilston thank you for the allowance to use your scraped ideas as inspiration.
@AnnaSaultron You’re very welcome
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I am a bowl, chipped at the rim
you snag on me
scratched, sore
but still you sip
the heat
the salt
you spin me to a smoother spot
and try again@freedom_baird Terrific
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@brianbilston Tag yourself: I am a bowl, chipped at the rim.
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@emmadavidson Ha! At least they will be there in the records for future generations of political historians to ponder over.
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Carter called again today, enquiring of his ladder
Each time he comes around for it, he's angrier and madder
It was his father's pride and joy, his grandpa's treasure too
He'll rip your heart out when he learns you dropped it in the loo!And why'd you choose to use the ultra full-strength bleach?
Ensuring that restoring it was now quite out of reach.Why start with the biggest part, to try a new technique?
That acid did not leach the bleach, it made the ladder weak.What made you choose "Remove the screws", as the next thing to try?
There is no doubt, Carter finds out, and you are gonna die!And trying to burn the acid out! Well that was really dumb!
When Carter knows, well, I suppose he'll knock you on your bum.A chainsaw now? That's not the tool for fixing massive burns!
I do not plan to be near here, when Carter next returns!That YouTube short was just AI, there are no real-life hacks
For assembling a pile of chips by hitting with an axe
If I were you I'd sweep that pile of splinters off the floor
That booming sound, I guess, is Carter pounding at your door.@isol Wow. You’ve turned my one line into an epic poem.
