Querulous moans in tones of brick hull.
Thick skull stubborn in our stand for self pity.
We are as we grow
From seed to fruit, from freezer to oven
In corning-ware promises of protection from breakage.
Out of the frying pan, into the ice cream
We bask in collision with those in whom
We claim no common ground.
Yet, when night gives rise to dreams and lovers,
There we all are,
Many stars gazing upon the same moon.
We must indeed be a sum of parts
Made up from start to eternity
In proportion to our total experience with diversity.
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Written February 6th, 2006
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Outstanding
CONGRATULATIONS on the Silver Win! --Ellis -
Congratulations!
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wow, I almost feel I need a degree to be worthy of reading this one, it is an amazing insight to life and actually I loved your comment on touching the ocean almost as much, touching the edge of the sea you are touching the rest of the world, an amazing thought
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Thanks you so much. It was a wonderful contest idea
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Nice poem.
Very much liked the last three lines.
Best wishes and good luck,
manoj -
Thanks so much for the kind words
. Lol, one of the reasons I chose the beach background for this one was because the one time I got to go the beach I had an awesome realization that when I touched the edge of the water, I was touching the rest of the world. We really are all in the same boat
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wow there, really wow, this is a poem of wise words, unspoken truths which you are so good at doing, the lines
we bask in collision with those in whom
we claim no common ground
this is perfectly said, the abundance of people we meet wanting to or not, those with whom we make pleasentries and yet we all do hold common ground of course though we say we do not, and also the fourth stanza
gazing upon the same moon, for each word alone this tells me what life means, it is the same place for us all, a very well thought out and wrote poem, incredible
lol abigailxxxx
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