Complex nothings occupy her mind
Too vast to be understood.
The onset of adverse complications
Strips her of her vivaciousness.
As opaque expeditions continue
A celestial canvas, altereations few.
A tilted glance, and the resemblance becomes apparent.
Her perception is shattered.
For you cannot name what is nameless.
The inner essense is an eloquent definition.
Not to be shortened to a single syllable.
Confused, it all just became too much.
As she plead insanity, to escape the highs and lows.
A contest entry
- The Consistency of Change by JM Kenyon.
600 points, ended August 15, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Imagery Galore by SchizoChic.
450 points, ended September 24, 2008, 10 entries
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Comments
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Great thought, I like the last line. Sometimes, when change gets so very close, and I don't know where it's coming from or what will happen... I get so tense that it would seem very easy and an appropriate time to plead insanity and excuse myself from the responsibility of whatever mistake I might make when change finally pounces.
Nice job.
s and best wishes always... ~Genie~
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