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Fragile beauty

 

 



        Surreal reality
        drifts through
        another Dali dream,
        as I scrawl insecure words
        that underscore my anxiety.
        Indistinct hazy letters
        coagulate on unfriendly pages,
        then burn and look
        like piss holes in the snow;
        fragile beauty,
        distressed and destroyed

        by another natural entity.

        Timeless nights
        yawn in my secluded disarray,
        and inner crises
        gather momentum,
        as my immortality
        becomes questionable.

        In the small hours
        I contemplate,
        why I waste ten minutes
        rinsing washed glasses
        in cold water.

        And I can never
        come up with
        a valid answer.

 

 

       

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  • deercatcher
    February 17, 2007

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    Congrats on the good news! Very brave of you to snapshot the dark fearful time so elequently and honestly. And not to stay there- as I see so many souls here do.


  • CrystalJet
    February 11, 2007
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    This is an interesting piece. I liked it. Thank you for entering it in my contest.

  • piccola silver member
    February 11, 2007

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    this is deep. Some questions never have valid answers. I'm glad your results were good...kissing the world sounds like a good idea. Start one person at a time. LOL


  • Shadows of wolves
    February 11, 2007

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    "Timeless nights
    yawn in my secluded disarray,
    and inner crises
    gather momentum,
    as my immortality
    becomes questionable."

    Really this whole caption I have set asside her just jumped out to me.

    An excelent penning and I am glad to here your results are positive ones.

    Shadows


  • ScarletO gold member
    February 11, 2007

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    Worry can take us to places of gloom and doom. So happy for your positive results. Congratulations.


  • Star Shine
    February 11, 2007

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    Intense power

    Taking the power from minute moments and expressing them very descriptively, this piece is haunting. I am so glad your news is good, God Bless you, I hope your happiness only grows.


  • gullionmar
    February 11, 2007

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    excellent

    such great news to hear for you sarah,so glad that things are fine best wishes for a happy future great job


  • Goddess of illusion
    February 11, 2007

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    It was truly a lovely write...

    I am happy for you... I loved the entire write

    But this part stood out the most,
    'In the small hours
    I contemplate,
    why I waste ten minutes
    rinsing washed glasses
    in cold water.

    And I can never
    come up with
    a valid answer.'

    It is amazing how we can sometimes keep ourselves busy with things 'not' so important, to avoid the things that are...

    You have talent, dear poet, keep on writing with ink that never fade...

    Elmarie


  • Silent Cougar Moderators member
    February 11, 2007

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    when the bottom seems to have fallen out of your world, how can we honestly stand there and think positive, when in your case you wanted negative, and you got it. That is the most uplifting news anyone can recieve. trust me, I know what you have been thru, I'll IM you why. the write just says it all, how can we question our existance with a weight so heavy on our shoulders. well done, and more importantly, I am really pleased for you.


  • literaryromantic
    February 11, 2007

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    In the small hours
    I contemplate,
    why I waste ten minutes
    rinsing washed glasses
    in cold water.


    a beautiful verse.
    i love it so much.
    the whole poem is absolutely breathtaking.

    and i'm glad to hear you are free and clear.
    enjoy the world with your happiness.


  • Balldinger silver member
    January 16, 2007

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    shattered classes...

    This is born in concubine time, igniting limitless validity unleashed on the masses. The common scrawl replaced with Dalí’s erasure builds imagery punctuating the fragility of beauty alluded to in burned out snow, personal disarray, and constant questioning. Rhythmic disparities, having gone awry where they do not exist in the small hours (great line), reappear in mirrors made and polished in the finest of conclusions without a final answer. Nice work ~ Ed

  • socialpoet
    January 15, 2007

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    We write because we must - it can't be contained lest we bust- glasses are not disposable.I like the feelling there.sp


  • leo2
    January 11, 2007

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    Try as I might I can't seem to come up with a valid response to this one. All I know is when I get that way I find it helpful to put the pen down and lift another beer.

    Sincerely,
    Leo Long


  • Floorboards
    January 11, 2007

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    fantastic

    this is amazing my friend! the words you use are excellent, very very impressive jan,
    cheers for the comment on mine, hope you had a nice new year,
    alex

  • Bad Bill
    January 11, 2007

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    Excellent

    An intelligent and perceptive take on the more depressing elements of the human condition, sarajane.
    An excellent poem.
    Bill


  • individuality gold member
    January 10, 2007

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    just leave the dishes until the following week, they're not going anywhere has reality ever been anything else? spill ink and twist me into the crazy shape of love...

  • Uriah Hamilton
    January 10, 2007

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    from my own heart

    Boy I felt this one with a sense of fear and dread!!I love words but always wonder if it means anything!!
    Uriah


  • dutch2lips gold member
    January 10, 2007

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    haunting, beautiful, daunting, all words that come to mind when reading this.
    brilliant way of describing angst mah dear, i am impressed!


  • elemental angel
    January 10, 2007

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    Wow

    Such a wonderful write. I love the imagery and word usage. Thank you for sharing and keep up the great work. I love the honesty of this write

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