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Twin – Sylvia Fitzgerald
https://sylviafitzgerald.wordpress.com/2015/07/02/twin
Confessional and Experimental Poetry. You moved as I moved. I wish I had. You followed my every step,. But with a certain distance. Confusing me beyond understanding. One day you were behind me. To then turn around and find you. Facing me – irreverently. When I was a child. I mistook you for a friend,. I trusted you my every secret. You never said a word,. No judgment, but no advice. No criticism, but no compassion. Darkness seemed to leave you powerless,. Yet whenever I turned on the lights. July 2, 2015.
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March 2015 – Sylvia Fitzgerald
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Confessional and Experimental Poetry. The fastest entry is through the mouth. Tap into my sensibility and I will. Once you’re in take a turn to the left. Righteousness would do no good. Past the pharynx and larynx. Dye my internal organs. Go straight for a while. I wouldn’t know exactly how many miles. Time and space are different. When you’re off to Holy Ground. You’ll know you’re there as you’ll hear. A loop of Gregorian chants. Blood vessels orchestrating this requiem. But then again,. March 29, 2015.
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July 2015 – Sylvia Fitzgerald
https://sylviafitzgerald.wordpress.com/2015/07
Confessional and Experimental Poetry. A piece of land,. That is all I ever asked of you. To simply lay the foundations. As I could take care of the rest. I actually could not,. But that was not for you to decide. I was an adult back then. Or at least I acted like one. How old was I? I think seven, maybe nine…. Here we are now,. I’m still the adult. And you’re the eternal child,. The misunderstood prince,. The rebel with far too many causes. I draw you a card. For good old times’ sake,. Is it fate again?
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February 2015 – Sylvia Fitzgerald
https://sylviafitzgerald.wordpress.com/2015/02
Confessional and Experimental Poetry. Is this what it has all. Years of staring at. With your witty remarks. I held you responsible. That I clinged onto. I used the not knowing. I squeezed your guilt. Till there was nothing. What purpose I had. Why I manipulated you. I was the victim. And you were the demon. It’s been five months now. I have tried feeling. Your friends tell me. You’re full of. February 28, 2015. Came out of you. February 24, 2015. Let me enjoy you. Years in the making. To my swollen feet.
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August 2015 – Sylvia Fitzgerald
https://sylviafitzgerald.wordpress.com/2015/08
Confessional and Experimental Poetry. What I would give. The way I see you,. August 22, 2015. Please forgive me if I cringe. When you talk about sex. As you speak efervescently. Wish I were you instead. Of this guilt ridden man. Who is shadowed by shame –. Just remember I was raised. A little Catholic boy. Please don’t mind me when. You state your ideas so freely. About politics and god. About praying and sinning,. It’s only natural for me. To be appalled by your comments,. I am not judging you –. Passio...
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When in Love – Sylvia Fitzgerald
https://sylviafitzgerald.wordpress.com/2015/08/10/when-in-love
Confessional and Experimental Poetry. I love him a little less. Touch him a little less. Kiss him a little less. I want him a little less. Cause that’s what I was taught to do. Never show your weakness. Never let him too deep under your. But what if I fall in love with the. I breathe him a little less. Fondle a little less. Try flirting a little less. I crave him a little less. Cause that is the only way I know. Nothing should be served in great quantities. Passion is the mother of mistrust.
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Siblings – Sylvia Fitzgerald
https://sylviafitzgerald.wordpress.com/2015/07/05/siblings
Confessional and Experimental Poetry. A lamentable decision taking place. Right in front of my dusty eyes. Impossible not to be smitten –. I have carried the heavy weight. An ultra evanescent moon. Reflects the unwritten damage. Of this calculated dream. The unique beam of light. Directs attention to a. I can see it is a beach. Though there’s no sea. Let’s go digging for clams. Like we did when we were young. Somehow makes no sense now. July 5, 2015. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.
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Some Soil – Sylvia Fitzgerald
https://sylviafitzgerald.wordpress.com/2015/07/30/some-soil
Confessional and Experimental Poetry. A piece of land,. That is all I ever asked of you. To simply lay the foundations. As I could take care of the rest. I actually could not,. But that was not for you to decide. I was an adult back then. Or at least I acted like one. How old was I? I think seven, maybe nine…. Here we are now,. I’m still the adult. And you’re the eternal child,. The misunderstood prince,. The rebel with far too many causes. I draw you a card. For good old times’ sake,. Is it fate again?
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Herd – Sylvia Fitzgerald
https://sylviafitzgerald.wordpress.com/2015/07/29/herd
Confessional and Experimental Poetry. Don’t tell me. When I see him clearly. In the eyes of priests. Preaching and cursing in. The name of the Lord. Singling out the bad apples. That rot the bunch,. 8211; the infamous herd. July 29, 2015. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out.
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Sylvia Fitzgerald – Page 2 – Confessional and Experimental Poetry.
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Confessional and Experimental Poetry. Cause I tend to choke on people. I eat them up real fast. So I never mingle. I’ve learned to do better. So I choose corners. Most of the times. It’s the best decision. You go by unnoticed. Light a cigarette – no one. Pays attention to corners. Until someone does and. He knows what you’re up to. Cause he’s a corner fellow himself. Only he got rehabilitated or something. The lights are on you and it’s a close up. He wants you to cross the border. But, then again. Same ...