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Past Reflections





The

drawer of

a hidden file

cabinet burst open

spilling its folders with

scarring memories when the

rusted lock snapped, ending false

security of “out of sight, out of mind”.




Horrific captions sling shot-ted back

into current reality, tearing open
old wounds buried 20,000

leagues beneath the

surface of the

heart and

soul.




A psychological infection overrides

the brain waves of common sense.

Unconditional love cloaked by

an abomination's diseased

hands. Submission by

guilt births fear of

disappointment

that corrupts

everyday

life.




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Written October 14th, 2006

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  • xxRainbowDawnxx
    November 4, 2006
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    I can feel your despair... and I know it myself to a great degree, and the past does come up to haunt us. I like your choice of descriptive words and metaphors in this piece. I also like the 20,000 bit, that is to me a better write than 2000 leagues beneath the sea. Anyway i'm rambling. Thanks for sharing and good luck in the contest.


  • Empathy-eyes
    October 15, 2006
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    I'm not sure what exactly to comment on- there's nothing to criticise yet everything to ponder on. I really like this... especially 'A psychological infection'- brilliant. Good luck in the contest

  • Leaving Today
    October 15, 2006
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    wow

  • VanillaWhispers
    October 14, 2006
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    Wow, that is truley amazing, now that I see what I am looking at. Such a brilliant piece. It flows so ... how to put this ... delicately. If that makes sense to you. I do love the choice of your words, they have a great impact on me because they are such simple, everyday words, yet put together so well it seems as though someone who has been writting for centuries has wrote it, using language from their past. Do you know what I am meaning? I hope so
    I really liked this
    Thanks.

  • glistwolven
    October 14, 2006
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    As everyone else is saying, I love the way the you shaped the words. I have tried this myself, and have not found it easy to do, so I must congratulate you on your success. The poem itself was magnificient... The structure added to the emphasis of the lines and gave it a sort of rhythmn it wouldn't otherwise have. The word-choice was excellent- I especially loved the words "psychological infection", as they flow so well. I'd have to say the first "triangle" is my favorite, because of the excellent analogy used in that stanza. This is a brilliant poem, and a joy to read.


  • Iohagh
    October 14, 2006
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    Thanks for this poem.

  • afireinthisheart
    October 14, 2006
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    awesome

    that is an awesome write on how things do resurface back to life...

  • VanillaWhispers
    October 14, 2006
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    I have to comment on the shape you wrote this into. Lovely, and the words fit so perfectly into it. But I am very easily distracted, and though I realize the format must have been a poetic device used to enhance the poem in whichever way, the shape still distracted me and I couldn't really concentrate on what was being said in the poem. If you could give me just a brief description of the poem, I could go back to it knowing what I am reading and comment in a more useful way. It would be much appreciated
    Edited on Oct 14, 9:24 p.m. because ''.


  • Kari gold member
    October 14, 2006
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    deep

    This was wonderful...teha and shesaid er muse was like not workig You've done great the best of luck to you in the contest!

    Kari


  • lavender shadows
    October 14, 2006
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    First off - I absolutely adore the shape you've woven this into: a bit of hope, and then sinking down, and then even further. (that's how the image translates to me - before reading the poem)

    Your last stanza reminded me of something I forgot to tell you... Chris called me his submissive a few days ago (the insane day of "I like them better hard"). He wasn't referring to the sexual sense though (as he explained due to my startled look - he at least didn't admit that he was thinking in the sexual sense), just that I "submit" to his poking and whatnot in class.

    OK, now back to the poem...

    I love this. The emotional tug of a drawer, that wanted to be forgotten, that falls open and exposes its contents, that's just such a superb start. There's nostalgia in your words - a forgotten memory that resurfaces. I love the beginning, middle... and ending. Such a powerful and moving piece!

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