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Meaningless Mutterings

My thoughts are hidden in

secret ink blots between the folds

of rhythm in my clay skin

 

cigar box secrets snapping at

gravity like finality soaked in

a sponge

 

church pews are my interpreter as

I search for some kind of bliss on

Sunday morning

 

inter-connected to god, he becomes

my safety net for an hour or two

inside my dark rimmed eyes of Saturday

night empty wishes

 

a process of distance as I type insignificant

innuendoes grabbing at the brass ring of meaning

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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  • stompsalot
    March 4, 2008

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    AWESOME imagery throughout!

    just wow! this is anything but meaningless. Very powerful and the imagery is brilliant! damn, woman you never cease to amaze me with your talent!!
    "cigar box secrets"<--- love it!!! i use to have an old cigar box, where i put all my "special" things. i suppose it was like my "hope chest" only in comparison to people it was like barbie size? keep up the great work!
    many blessings *stomps


  • tara wilson gold member
    March 3, 2008

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    "church pews are my interpreter as

    I search for some kind of bliss on

    Sunday morning"

    I really like these lines....wonderful personification..
    like they help us discover the things we don't understand in life. A creative poem,...thanks so much for your entry...

  • Suzanne Dia
    March 3, 2008

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    Writing has really felt like this most of the time lately. It feels like I'm ironing the wrinkles out so I can lay comfortably on the sheets again. I think that's progress. How about you?




    • zochit2me gold member
      March 3, 2008
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      Indeed it is...or guilt taking over full throttle.



      Thanks for your continued support.

      Becky


  • Nicolette gold member
    March 3, 2008

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    I loved the 3rd stanza too and it is so perfectly placed there in the middle of this poem. A very moving poem that speaks of intense emotions, yet delivered in such a well-written way and with the use of so many wonderful images and metaphors. I think many of us can relate to this.... great work.

    ~ Nicolette


  • aliceramone
    March 2, 2008

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    wow!...the third stanza is BRILLIANT...a great piece that I could strongly relate too...also dig"innuendos grabbing at the brass ring of meaning"...let's keep searching girl...excellent piece!

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