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Below is the poem entitled H OURS which was written by poet Cyndi MacMillan. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.

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It’s 10

She spins on her futon, dreaming
arms spread,  fingers         fishfishfishing  for me       

but I’m not                             there

those legs are at 5 and 7    tw    tw    twitching 

She’s been asleep since 8
But will awake at 11
then again at 


My daughter




                                       her future, 
                                             punctually, soon she’ll be


                                                attending class,

                                                     raise your hand,
                                                          trace the letter, do it better
                                                                  Miss, recess, bell,

                                                                      Sweetheart, don’t slam the     door


                                                                                      will come up suddenly
                                                                                      leave me missing 

                                                              tooth fairy, 
                                                  sleep overs, yes, sure
       no no                       why,    please, just a few more,
                make believe,                              four leaf clovers...

                                                                                               ... then at 


                                                                                            after an argument
                                                                                   about friends, stupid rules
                                                                                          she’ll yell, I hate you
                                                                                       that I’m too calculating
                                                                                                          old, cruel

But tonight
I am the wanted


and so I hold her close
sooth a brow
kiss her frown, sweetly we spoon
then wisely I'll dismiss the knowing moon

*I really don't know what to call this... is there a form called weird experimental? LOL. I am not sure if this communicates what I see/feel... all comments welcome! FIRE IN THE HOLE! LOL!

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  1. Date: 3/17/2013 10:44:00 PM
    Hallo, Cyndi. I am inclined to categorize this as a fine example of a LIST poem. Your use of White Space lends an air of the ethereal to it, sugggestive of your lack of sleep and trying to function... :-) Love it. XXX, Su

  1. Date: 3/14/2013 11:43:00 PM
    This is some lovely experiment Cyndi. It kinda mesmerizes you. I loved it.

  1. Date: 3/14/2013 8:15:00 PM
    Awesome An awesome life poem