Lines (Tonight i can write imitation poem)

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Authors note: we were assigned to write an imitation poem of Tonight i can write lines by Pablo Neruda

Tonight I can write lines


Just lines

The descriptor seems to be lost on me


Here in the hot classroom, as a fan that does nothing hums


Tonight I can write lines

I know, and sometimes I can bring myself to care


I know there are times I care, likes nights where I shower for too long

With thoughts pouring out of my head, with the force of the water


I know, I often don't care

How could I, when I find so little solace in caring?


Tonight I can write as many lines as I like

Maybe I will find it in me to care after, maybe I will find it in me to try


To feel the distance of everything, more distant regardless of my care or knowledge

The lines will come, or they will not.


It will satisfy me for a night

But what does it matter when I return to this lackluster feeling?


In the distance there are other things dancing

Dancing around my head, but too far to sense more than a blur


I will try to grab onto them

And make lines and lines and lines


And try to understand them in the glow of my laptop

In the dark of my room


I do not care, but I care enough to want to

I care enough to dig through the archives in my head and listen to the faint taps of the dancers


And the dancers dance fast and float, so fast they fall

So fast I can not catch them and admire their beauty before they pass by my head and out my ears


I do not care enough to verbalize

But i care enough to write lines upon lines that only I can interpret


Because on days like this where I sit in my room and know

I am not satisfied by the lack of care 


These will not be the last lines

Of dancers in vague blobs in the distance



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