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Gingerbread Men

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Quixotic incarnations

mixed in bowl of reverie's dough,

as effigies of incarcerations,

cookie cutter incantations

of id's bridled' pastries.

Iced as feigned fruition,

subtle emblems of hobbled independence.

Prosthetic vows

attached as feathered caricatures.

Being masks of plumes

for chance's zephyr winds,

never captured by inventive sails.

 

They are the icons of contemplation

serrated by quintessence surrender,

silently a salve for cerebral scars,

act of birth

the pangs from entwining

between truth and speculation,

offspring forged in residue reflections

speaking their flavor in messages of candles.

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  • marlene47 silver member
    August 11, 2008

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    Jam-packed with great lines, I especially liked these =>
    *incarnations/mixed in bowl of reverie's dough,
    *subtle emblems of hobbled independence,
    *Being masks of plumes/for chance's zephyr winds,
    *icons of contemplation/serrated by quintessence surrender,/silently a salve for cerebral scars,
    and *speaking their flavor in messages of candles.

    I may not have gotten the whole gist of this, but it seems to be a heavy-duty commentary on items of contemplation. Please let me know how wrong I am.
    *This is my probably erroneous summary =>

    Lost-in-thought embodiments, the repetitive words controlling/curbing innate impulses lead to or/are a pretended state of realization and partial freedom.
    These are masks for winds of chance, icons cutoff from surrender, a salve for questions of truth and speculation, and what comes out of this reflection speaks in candlelight.

    Okay, enlighten me.
    The winds have taken you to a philosophical place.
    Thank you for your sailing entry.
    marlene