David McLansky

Freshman - 839 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

Lillian Runs - Poem by David McLansky

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Lillian runs
Into the breathlessness of night,
Then alits;
A Moravian Jewess
Madly earnest in Bohemia,
The thin chest
Coughing up creativity
As the earrings bangle
And the bangles
Beat about her throat;
All white her young neck
And arched;
Her Gypsy clothes
Frail against her frame,
Her thin-lidded eyes widened with fright,
Her matte of orange hair
Burning red with flame;
Lillian seeking fame,
To be,
To be,
And
To be more famous
Than herself;
She imparts
Her wild streaming thoughts
Then departs;
Fearing defeat,
Running
Out again into the City night streets,
A child in retreat
Running on
Jeweled
Bedroom-slippered
Feet.


Comments about Lillian Runs by David McLansky

  • Rookie Hayden Shreeve (4/9/2014 5:31:00 AM)

    This is an amazing write, stunningly beautiful. I live it. You are a writer after my own heart. I look forward to reading your other works. 10/10 (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Hayden Shreeve (4/9/2014 5:25:00 AM)

    This is an amazing write, stunningly beautiful. I live it. You are a writer after my own heart. I look forward to reading your other works. 10/10 (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,245 Points Pradip Chattopadhyay (4/9/2014 5:08:00 AM)

    this's an astounding write, very different. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 9, 2014


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