In so many ways
they simply held things of life
we could no longer hold,
pretend to possess and keep;
running beneath our feet
ever present in silence until
sounds of use, rose from faded
background, sounds always known
but seldom admitted.
Hidden in thoughts we make a play.
Our lives as seeming days, acted
upon a stage so vast, in complexity
beyond retrieval; yet in the reveal -
scene stealing limelight-
we might crumble into pieces
or soar to heights unimagined.
Excitement of risk brings us to try,
put our talents and will before
the biased eyes we create
by fearful expectation.
Then we find the drag of days,
unfilled cups make needful hauntings
until settled for less than prices paid.
Trickles become rumbles, become roars
rivulets make streams, hearts find
smooth surfaced life has deep rifts, chasms
on every street ledge, such impatient quiet edges.
Author notes
Author Name: Peteskid
Option three: Inspired by "Bereft", by Robert Frost
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/7574-Robert-Frost-Bereft
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"hearts find
smooth surfaced life has deep rifts, chasms
on every street ledge, such impatient quiet edges."
are we really civilized? I feel like in life there is so much we push aside because we feel we are there already, I don't think we are as a whole ...
I love the metaphor in the ending.
One I've read a few times now
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Tara-
Sometimes there is a feeling that every thing and place has a potential to take a turn, our faith, determination, will all seem to oppose this... or maybe i've been watching US politics too long...
...thanks for all...H
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Still waters run deep, even if they are gutters. Intriguing poem, not at all as easy to grasp as I thought it might be after the first few lines.
I see memories as a part explanation, but also those things that are in our past, things as you said that we can no longer hold. That all wells up, teems within us, that's how I'm seeing it...though I'm always wrong.
I'll liken it to something deeper though, beyond the person, to a people, to a type, and it's like that in so many ways...I'm sure even revolutions have begun that way.
I could have been more succinct and just said I liked it, but my fingers needed the exercise.
But I did like it.
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Yem-
Yes the gutters... in ancient Rome this was hailed as one of the great steps forward in civilization, for me as a child it was always a post rainfall adventure to see who could make things sail fast; here the idea was a little more like Rome, but always a symbol too...thank you so much for sharing your thoughtful views...PK
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I read Frost's poem and see that you again did a very good word using inspiration. I like what I read, but must return tomorrow for a 'real' comment.
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Beautiful....
This makes you think...
I love this line
"Trickles become rumbles, become roars
rivulets make streams, hearts find
smooth surfaced life has deep rifts, chasms
on every street ledge, such impatient quiet edges."
Such a perfect ending...
I love Frost and you chose a poem I have not read in a long while and brought it to life again, beautifully...
I would like to take theis time to thank you for being a fevorite of mine and for making me sigh with your brilliant poetry on so many occasions. You have made it a pleasure to host contests here not only with your talent and skill in writing, but your great attitude always as a contestant and a host...thank you my friend
Lynda
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"such impatient quiet edges."
Lovely. Profound.
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TY - Wanda ...PK
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