This Moment

This Moment

A Poem by Amanda Crandall

One I will forget

Callogenically manipulated angel

screaming Zombie

in the karaoke mic

 

Smoking outside

on a cool marble slab

happy to be over it

instead of under it

 

The lines of paper

Remain obediant under my pen

A sure-fire sign

I haven't drank enough

 

My car sleeps

three spots left of me

taking for granted

I know my way home

© 2008 Amanda Crandall


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zig
ah, this is beautiful, very well done, well paced and consistant, and very haiku-ish. each stanza is like a little toy for my mind to play with. great moments. i liked the last one best, because i can put it together so many ways. as a whole i think it works because each moment always leads to snap the next moment and then snap another moment, snap snap snap... some really great snapshots here. zig

Posted 12 Years Ago


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callogenically manipulated? huh?

you're a good writer, other than the question above I like this poem. That 2nd line reeks of insecurity when in reality you're work here is rich in meaning but concise, qualities I greatly admire. Z

Posted 10 Years Ago


Really like this.. the last stanza is the clincher.. Marvelous write!

Posted 11 Years Ago


A delightful poem, reminds me of a few times at the local club and one to many beers. Nice write.

Posted 11 Years Ago


a really fun poem...thanks for sharing

Posted 12 Years Ago


lol, what a sweet a poem, was not quite sure where you were going, but the ending more than makes up for it.

Posted 12 Years Ago


This truly paints a very interesting image in my head. This reminds me of my younger days when I would go to a certain cemetery to write and draw. I normally hate cemeteries to many thing there that effect me in ways. But there was this one I stumbled upon by accident when I was doing things i should not have. There was something so inviting about it. It was old the earliest headstone was from 1913. It was mostly cared for no weeds and the grass was always mowed. But all the headstones seemed to be embraced by the branches of the trees. Like if they were hugging them. Not sure way but any time I went there I was overcome with inspiration for something. I spent a lot of time there thinking and reevaluating my life and the paths I had taken. So in a way it was a safe place in my head a place I knew that felt like a home. Thanks for reminding me of those times.

This was wonderful.

Great JOb!!!!!!!

Posted 12 Years Ago


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zig
ah, this is beautiful, very well done, well paced and consistant, and very haiku-ish. each stanza is like a little toy for my mind to play with. great moments. i liked the last one best, because i can put it together so many ways. as a whole i think it works because each moment always leads to snap the next moment and then snap another moment, snap snap snap... some really great snapshots here. zig

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Amanda Crandall
Amanda Crandall

Phoenix, AZ



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Hello my name is Amanda and I am an english/creative writing major at ASU. I do not think good writing is a pure organic ejaculation of spirit; nor do I think it is an exacting formula that can be.. more..

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