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Velvet Fist

And as I take my short stuttered step toward the invisible soapbox,
one in a string of aborted attempts
to almost assert a lifetime of unlived dreams,
stopped just short by my own hand
and sharp intake of breath
inhaling the foggy wreaths of a roomful
of those imagined sitting in their prospective Victoria's Secrets,
hoping and wishing and on the verge of praying
that some great chaotic loud gust
of righteous right-winged
me-obliteration
will save me from this;
I raise my pale hand into the pocketing air,
curling white clammy fingers inward
and I feel the ball of just short of fury
tremble and power surge
like plugging into the DaVinci-captured electric finger point
I know my fist may be soft and my voice hushed
but I will finally, for an instant, be heard.

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  • storiesuntold gold member
    February 5, 2008
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    Fore sure

    This is so true for sometimes we do have to silence the room with agression to open the ears of all


  • A60sMan
    January 12, 2008

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    You're beautiful when get angry!

    It's 5:10 AM and I'm slowly browsing your poems, when I came across this piece. My word! This is a powerful write. You should get angry more often. I was especially taken by the "Davinci-captured electric finger point". Great meataphor. And of course, any poetic mention of Victoria's Secret is going to hold my attention spellbound. LOL ... Well written, Star Shine!

    A60sMan


    • Star Shine
      January 14, 2008
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      Thank you so much for reading and commenting with such support and compliments. Yes, since I know the VS catalogs backward and forward, if I have to picture those to whom I speak in their underwear, might as well go first class!! Anyway, thank you again for the great words, you give me a smile.


  • Catressa gold member
    December 10, 2007

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    Isn't that the thing we all struggle with? We just want a voice.. That is the one thing I love about the net.. It gives us our own little niche in the world.. Here I can be me..

    Good for you.. you have been heard..

    • Star Shine
      December 11, 2007
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      Catressa, thank you for the awesome comment and for listening. God Bless.


  • poetryality silver member
    December 9, 2007

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    Public speaking is no easy task. Sometimes we would rather not be the center of attention but when there is something that need be said then, why not stand on that "soap box" and get it done? I like the use of language in this poem and the feelings of anxiety and apprehension. I chuckled at your reference to;

    "inhaling the foggy wreaths of a roomful
    of those imagined sitting in their prospective Victoria's Secrets,
    hoping and wishing and on the verge of praying
    that some great chaotic loud gust
    of righteous right-winged
    me-obliteration
    will save me from this;"


    Seems you were poking fun at the models who really need a decent meal, and honestly have no secret. LOL

    Excellent musing poet. Thank you for this entry and I wish you good luck in the contest.


    Much Love ♥

    Renee


    • Star Shine
      December 10, 2007
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      Yes, sometimes picturing your audience in their, or your underclothes backfires, especially if they spend their time in it on a runway!! Thank you for this awesome prompt and inspiring contest and the lovely supportive comments. Each contest of yours is a true learning and stretching experience for me! God Bless!-Kenlo

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