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nomadic

 
 
 
 

 
it happens
as dreams and distractions
lose fiction.
 
she is buried-
lost in the perfect noise
of others,
beneath her quiet moss.
 
it is green.

 

nothing remains
for the wall to cling to.
 
 
the moon is glass-
splinters fall away

toward a scream that lacks

sound,

lips frosted shut.
 
she cannot hear herself

since an empty cage catches

no echo.
 
 
 
 
 

 

 

 

  

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  • zochit2me gold member
    November 13, 2007
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    WOW

    she cannot hear herself
    since an empty cage catches
    no echo.

    Perfect ending.

    Becky


  • Starswhispers silver member
    November 13, 2007
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    Amazing.


  • rebeka
    November 13, 2007
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    yay! the sisters moved all over fragile, i had already read this and knew it was beautiful, and gold

  • Rowan gold member
    November 12, 2007
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    How'd I miss this one? Their is definitely a painful fraility about this one. Perfect.


  • rebeka
    November 12, 2007

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    you have such a way of expression, such a quiet and intense voice, your thoughts, so beautiful


  • Perfiction
    November 12, 2007

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    That last stanza makes me want to hug you [forever].


  • ellipsist
    November 7, 2007

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    I always find quite succinct lines and phrasing in your pieces that fascinate me...

    this time, it is:

    "lost in the perfect noise
    of others,"

    that jumps out at me... seems to convey an emptiness or loss as well as a feeling of claustrophobia, of sorts... very intriguing


  • Suzanne Dia gold member
    November 5, 2007

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    She feels a bit trapped, yes?
    I can't say as I blame her, but whether or not you hear the screams..

    I hear the laughter
    I see the smile
    and I see her ready to stretch her legs and show off..maybe even strut a bit




  • Nicolette gold member
    November 4, 2007

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    Excellent poetry, especially the last stanza - what more can I add... beautiful... one that lingers.

    ~ Nicolette


  • NurseChilly gold member
    November 3, 2007

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    and soon, like the lotus, she will grow out of the muddied earth and become a beautiful bloom... anew
    lotus flowers are so precious for they survive the worst conditions to survive and bloom strong...

    such is the strength here sis... i love you

    beautimous


  • dehydrated
    November 3, 2007
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