J Knight

Rookie (9/25/90-Yesterday / Watertown, N.Y.)

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I woke up eight, nine, ten, eleven o’clock in the morning (I can’t remember) on the couch in the deep darkness of the basement, pulled my cell phone out of my left pocket and texted Tallulah (I had been in the habit of going to sleep at six am, and waking up around 8: 30 to text Tallulah when she was at school (cause I wasn’t going at that time; I would have, just to see her, but I had no ride) ,... more »

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  • John Knight John Knight (7/25/2009 3:27:00 PM)

    Hi J - I thought I had better look you up as we share the same surname and first initial. I am currently writing a POEM on MEMORIES so I was glad you had a poem in that area, I like your poem although it does seem rather terminaI! I liked the line which begins MY SAD GHOST it made me think of the hundreds and cities and towns I have walked in and - in the majority making little impact! Yet in some of the cities in the UK such as Liverpool (where I was born) , , Loughborough, Leeds, where I have lived and Colchester where I now live there are a handful of people whose lives I have touched in a positive way. Thanks again for MEMORY PICTURES Yours JAK - UK

    PS I am very interested in HAIKUS! I like yours!

    PSS I have visited 47 of the American States and two years ago I travelled across NY State in the Fall - it is very beautiful. Most Brits think NY is only a City and they are unaware it is also one of the most beautiful States in the USA. I hope you agree. Were you born in NY State? ! ,

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Best Poem of J Knight

Sad Sunshine On Yr. Broken Heart

Slowly, I have never ran madly beyond
any beauty, my broken heart broadcast shining stars,
I cannot laugh because it is too passionate

her swaying look holding me
though I am swaying myself, feeling the waves,
She’s rubbing, and I’m always missing her, even though she’s under me
(kissing smoothly) moving her small hands

her tongue touching me, and
my lips, screaming, glistening, loving,
as when the poet’s beauty is crying
and she’s shining brilliantly everywhere (talking)

the girls of the beach on the shining sand: whose Roaring ...

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