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POETRY
Kathleen Woolrich
Orlando Florida USA
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drinking wine and the house is on fire
02:52:31 AM Thursday Feb 22, 2007



I am drinking wine and the house is on fire

I cannot find my shoes

I made my bed 2 weeks ago

But I put on my best perfume

I smell like royalty and my blood runs hot

But I am in a burning house

I refuse to flee

Perhaps I will let the whole thing burn

Because it never mattered anyway

I never tasted the wine I needed

I never got the kisses my lips desired

So let the damn thing burn

I just wanted a moment I could remember

And I am drinking wine as the ceiling falls

Upon the floor and the floor caves in

I am drinking wine and the house is on fire

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10:59 am    February 23, 2007

Kathleen Woolrich message
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I think the reply is more poetic than the poem I wrote 2 years ago.. You can find this and my other poems in ALGERIAN SUNS..

I love the reply,,,

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8:38 am    February 23, 2007

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The people who could relate to this poem are those who probably invested themselves in a relationship only to see it end surprisingly in a jiffy and in the bitterest way. The person is deeply wounded, lost and unsettled, tries to make headway. It could take a while before a full recovery. The seed of strength and courage within the soul has to be watered by the wine of patience. Everything else has to be burnt to nourishing ashes. Feed the ashes to the seed so the seed flourishes.
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1:35 am    February 23, 2007
Malak
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It's a nice Poem,and It give an idea to the reader on its writer ,from the first reading we can notice that this person may be pecimistic or was not satisfied in the moment of writing this poem,any way I congratulate you kathleen Woolrish for this sweet poem.
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Kathleen Woolrich's notes (30)
 
2007
Isabelle Eberhardt..
Hasni Istrumental ... Many do not know that Hasni made instr..
um my new video of me singing in Oran..
Casta Cali..
In another woman's shoes..
take these tears..
I wait no more..
girl in a box of souls..
darkness is my chapter..
Brother Fire..
that heart of mine..
Cheikh Sidi Bemol..
rap cat..
Is 40 the new 20..
Chicken Noodle soup..
cheba djanet..
my heart is a museum..
Biyouna..
Oh its Kathleen terrorising AIN TURK..
Biyouna..
Aziz Kourbali..
love exists.. from ALGERIAN SUNS 2006..
drinking wine and the house is on fire..
seek truth inside the moments..
I live for you..
my heart is a museum..
the altar..
to hold my hands..
the uniform of a good Irish girl..
hearts on cards..


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