Little Stars

Little Stars

A Poem by Lola Nation
"

yup, I said trinkle and twinkle in the same sentence. what of it?

"

Trinkle lights and twinkle fights

He was my all

and I was his binary digit

Come together, lace hands

to scratch faces and sting knuckles

We were love, in love,

tooth, nail and scraps of hair.

It only rained when he loved me

so he learned to play guitar,

just to play me,

I was disfigured lost in sensation

He, he

was always too far away to

mention.

© 2009 Lola Nation


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Lola Nation
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I don't know Ed, I like the thematic interplay, though I agree Lola's got a great hand for balance. I like the sense of distance between the parties here, and the mechanistic order of things brought by binary and act/response of each party, without a sense of true interaction. Things like, "It only rained when he loved me" is perfect for that, since nature is not logically connected to human interactions, so it is an attempt to find connection through the disconnection. Then what does he do? He learns to play the guitar, which is again a disconnection. I find it absolutely painful and powerful.

Loved this piece, Lola.

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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wow, interesting. you threw science in there in the name of love. kind of confusing when he said he played you like a guitar, almost sounds like a game, almost as if you were a toy, this sounds like mistaken love. beautiful write....

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Beautiful Lola! I miss you and your words...

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I don't know Ed, I like the thematic interplay, though I agree Lola's got a great hand for balance. I like the sense of distance between the parties here, and the mechanistic order of things brought by binary and act/response of each party, without a sense of true interaction. Things like, "It only rained when he loved me" is perfect for that, since nature is not logically connected to human interactions, so it is an attempt to find connection through the disconnection. Then what does he do? He learns to play the guitar, which is again a disconnection. I find it absolutely painful and powerful.

Loved this piece, Lola.

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

you have a high sense of poetic device, of balance and delivery; you have a wide ranging vocab of colors for your wordly palate; and as soon as you bust out of the prison of the thematic, you'll be singing different songs

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Lola Nation
Lola Nation

Los Angeles, CA



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Please find my work on these two sites. For poetry: http://insult-to-injury-poetry.blogspot.com/. For short stories: http://make-it-short.blogspot.com/ ABOUT ME: I am originally from Venice Be.. more..

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