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sans feelings

             
        you couldnt see the colours in feelings
        from words nodes and radiants
        of my eyes face or smile.

        It suffocated inside
        wanting to be noticed
        recognised and appreciated.
   
      The soul of the dead feelings mourned
      searching way to escape


      Now
            I blow them to you( as bubbles)
            through narrow silent pipe
            It remains only for seconds
          too delicate to hold the pressure
          (of reality)

    But
          you do not see it
          as you remain with feelings
          of multistoried rooms
          as in the mansion visible out.

        I know the bubbles , their colours
        will vanish to the air ( of present tense)
      You may breath in
        and exhale it without absorption
      ( with unwanted nitrogen thoughts)
      my face and eyes turn to
      colourless bleached sandpaper.

  Yet
      I remain here with
      red velvetty robes
    sans words, sans smile
    sans dreams , sans feelings

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  • Cat10
    May 25, 2008

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    thank you for entering! this is a very intresting poem! I love its uniqueness! you did a great job and good luck!


  • leander Moderators member
    May 14, 2007

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    You have written something very beautiful here... and I especially like the fact that you managed to wield in strong emotions within the beautiful metaphors
    great job!