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Poppy Seeds by April Pittman Thursday, August 22, 2002 Share Print Save Become a Fan do I not move you baby boy where did your youth go she chewed it in her maw and spit it between the strings of her guitar it lacked that certain "twang" that only heartbreak could bring poppy seeds scattered across a broken and dirty floor where did the love go left down the lane on market square paths burrowed beneath your feet carrying you to her over and over again she's a heartbreaker lacking that certain appeal love, is a broken guitar is an old vw micro is a name and a world that will never again exist poppy seeds forgotton by a broken past.

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Reviewed by Tova Gabrielle	8/26/2002

I like this very much. The image of the broken guitar string resonates very much with my own personal experience, particular to motherhood and timely to my own sudden empty nest. In other words, this piece captures truth about relationships and loss, regardless of the intended context. it is bigger than itself, somehow. thanks.




Reviewed by E T Waldron	8/22/2002

Very graphic...well said!




Reviewed by jude forese	8/22/2002

you can easily move whatever you desire to...




Reviewed by Mitzi Jackson	8/22/2002

nice form.....liked it much "poppy seed"...this really good




Reviewed by Alexander Shaumyan (Reader)	8/22/2002

Of course you move me, April. Love your poems. :) To hell with guitars, give me a balalaika. Love, Alex