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The Pretender - Bronze

Missing image
I am not lonely.
I have the house, the man, the dog,
the television chinking away the black noise
in my head that reminds me
how very god damned much
the world takes stuff away.

I am merely missing something.
I am a flower missing a petal.
I am a butterfly with one wing.
I am a downed bird, dragging
itself on the long journey south.

Such an impossible dream and drive
to bloom, to flutter, to make it home
with most of my pieces intact.

I am not alone in this.
The something-snatcher
has broken off limbs of my beautiful tree.
It has raked long claws
on the bark to leave its mark.
It walked away, rocking as it went
as if to soothe itself
from the splinters of mine it now wears
under the crust of its paw.

I should be satisfied
with having survived it
and grateful for the grating
that made me feel half alive.

I am not.


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  • PerfectImperfection
    February 12, 2007

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    This is such a very sad and powerful piece. So very well described, the emotion here is jaded and intense; with great imagery woven into each thought. Well written!


    • CarolDesjarlais silver member
      February 12, 2007

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      Thank you, Perfectimperfection. It was written from deep within, a place that knows that loneliness well.


  • zochit2me gold member
    February 9, 2007

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    The something-snatcher
    has broken off limbs of my beautiful tree.

    Wow what a wonderful line here. You have penned a fabulous poem. My pleasure to read.
    Good luck here in this contest
    Becky


    • CarolDesjarlais silver member
      February 12, 2007
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      Thank you, zochit2me....love yoru nic, every time I see it, I just know I'd love your sense of humor in the real, as well.
      I think we all have hopes and drams broken off more than a few times.... So many times, we finally get to a place where we are able to be grateful...but once in a while, there are some, we jsut haven't been able to get to that yet. This is about one of mine.


  • Lyre-Bird-
    February 5, 2007

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    Firstly I would like to thank you for entering the contest.....

    WOW What a deep beautiful poem you have written!!!
    When I read your first stanza, I thought it would continue on with the wealth you had....
    Then your second stanza was really amazing, the pain described as a flower missing a petal, butterfly with 1 wing.... excellent
    You really capture the readers attention!!!
    well done
    Good luck
    Tracey


    • CarolDesjarlais silver member
      February 12, 2007
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      thank you, so much lyrebird....as with much of my poetry,there can be a twist....lol..my life has done the twist since chubby wrote it...lol


  • Starswhispers silver member
    January 29, 2007
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    Very deep and beautiful I love the meaning.


    • CarolDesjarlais silver member
      February 12, 2007
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      ty domsday...I am glad you came to visit and comment. I knwo it is difficult to keep up to all entries and I do appreciate your coming.


  • kaibab silver member
    January 29, 2007
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    It seems to be our starvation...that turns our stomach to reject a world of spun sugar...
    to gag a temporal adjustment to truth...as our half-filled...half-empty inspiration...tries in surge to fill or empty which ever end is judged important...I loved this one...


    • CarolDesjarlais silver member
      February 12, 2007
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      thank you kaibab, yes.....sometimes the stuff seeps out slowly through a crack in it all....


  • Frogzter gold member
    January 29, 2007
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    I think the something snatcher makes it rounds and steals a bit from each and every one of us... and when the round is complete, he merely starts all over again. A most intriguing and thought provoking piece!
    Best wishes and warm thoughts,
    Frogz~


    • CarolDesjarlais silver member
      February 12, 2007
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      You are aboslutely correct frozen.....we need a smoething-snatcher catcher....I'll pay good money for his ugleeeeeee head....lol


  • suseann
    January 29, 2007
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    You've been reading my silenced thoughts!From the nails tacking down the first verse ,it grinds and grates giving that truth my spirit screams most often,and digging voice.Very strong vibes in this.~Suseann


  • Night Hope gold member
    January 28, 2007
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    "I should be satisfied
    with having survived it
    and grateful for the grating
    that made me feel half alive.

    I am not."

    Dammmnnn. I love this poem, my Friend. I understand it too well. Beautifully, mournfully penned. Good luck in the contest, Sweetie... Wanda


    • CarolDesjarlais silver member
      February 12, 2007
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      I think gratitude for it can not come immediately, for sure...some things need to weep a little longer to rid oneself completely of it...is there a completely? hmmm...not sure..am waiting to see.

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