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Mari / a poem by Will Dockery
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Will Dockery
2015-01-03 20:25:10 UTC
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In closing, at the request of Peter J Ross, here's another of my poems:

Mari

She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue,
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.

I saw Brookwood demolished,
and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient,
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
the flame had affected her some...
I saw the multicolored fire,
it skipped frantically across alandscape. This is not really a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.

I felt the softness,
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
stencil writings...
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
this is not really what is seems like, is it?
This is not more than a balcony,
and you're only a woman...

-Will Dockery 10-21-82

Got to go, all ya;ll troll and whine on, I'll be back.
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In this corridor of memory & dream we call life, a splendid 2015 to all my
friends family & comrades in arts.
http://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery/songs
— at The Shadowville All-Stars.
Will Dockery
2016-03-20 13:03:29 UTC
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Mari

She's got a dress
blue with yellow stars
blues and yellows
and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.

Her stare is blue
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.

This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony
and you're more than a woman.

I saw Brookwood demolished
and I thought about
that damned ball and chain.

Tasted the dust of ancient
and I do remember.

Her dress had these symbol
star-like squiggles
the flame had affected her some.

I saw the multicolored fire
it skipped frantically across alandscape.

This is not really a balcony
and you're more than a woman.

I felt the softness
the misty air was choking and warm.

Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue.
Stencil writings.

Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks
beneath it all.

The animals all taking on a color of wonder.

This is not really what is seems like
is it?

This is not more than a balcony
and you're only a woman.

-Will Dockery
--
In this corridor of memory & dream we call life, a splendid 2015 to all my
friends family & comrades in arts.
http://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery/songs
— at The Shadowville All-Stars.
Will Dockery
2016-06-24 11:28:56 UTC
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Mari

She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue,
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.

I saw Brookwood demolished,
and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient,
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
the flame had affected her some...
I saw the multicolored fire,
it skipped frantically across alandscape. This is not really a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.

I felt the softness,
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
stencil writings...
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
this is not really what is seems like, is it?
This is not more than a balcony,
and you're only a woman...

-Will Dockery 10-21-82

And so it went.
Will Dockery
2016-11-11 13:14:47 UTC
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Mari

She's got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue,
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.

I saw Brookwood demolished,
and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient,
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
the flame had affected her some...
I saw the multicolored fire,
it skipped frantically across alandscape. This is not really a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.

I felt the softness,
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
stencil writings...
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
this is not really what is seems like, is it?
This is not more than a balcony,
and you're only a woman...

-Will Dockery 10-21-82

And so it went... here is the poem I mentioned earlier, Jim, as referenced
with the poem you posted, Jim/

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