I am lost in stilted dreams....
....that fragment...
Disturbing images vaguely....
.....disiminate nirgitrude...
Painting concrete on to fine....
....lattice like....
filaments....
That cling desceptively.....
....strong upon...
reason....
Here to haunt an already....
....haunted sleep...
Though....
now.....
Certainty has been consumed....
....by
....illusions of finite
hope....
Grasped by numb fingers....
....that cold...
....cannot touch...
Illumination wain....
....flickers....
....on....
off....
....on
Florecent for a moment....
....then dark...
....like extinct...
nebula...
....What are....
.... stars but....
Dreaming focii of souls.....
....waiting....
....for rebirth....
At the same time fearing....
....and hoping...
....for....
Life though it means being.....
....torn....
....right in....
....two....
Knowing....
....only that....
....fortune...
smiling will grant a chance.....
....to be....
....whole
In life....
....so
....we live
....as
but a fragment of
.....ourselves...
Consumed by vague dreams....
....that seem...
....so familiar....
....though
they defy memory as if...
....scrutiny...
be an unwelcome guest....
....stealing
....from the...
larder...
....hidden
though the true thief....
...is behind...
....the...
Silence that echoes in....
....those quiet
....peaceful
moments that prelude a....
....joining
....in the
circle of acknowleged intuition.....
....that fades...
Far too soon.....
The hauted feeling of....
....familiarity....
.....grips you...
even harder.....
Life in such torment is....
....melancholy...
....and also....
fragmentary....
Staggering drunkenly and hopeless.....
....to an end...
that almost.....
....seems
...welcome...
Though rarely is it....
....for regret...
....ever lingers to...
beckon forth just little more....
....desire to...
....ignite curiosity
To see what waits....
....around the next
corner....
Tirelessly the half soul....
....seeks to meet...
....the other....
Whether hope remains....
....or becomes....
....a forlorn....
abstraction.....
....so we live...
haunted by the dreams....
....that all at...
once are eeirily....
....familiar yet...
....disturbing....
Making life....
....seem....
....so....
....fragmentary.
Author notes
Sorry if is a bit fragmentary but thats how its meant to be
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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BRAVO!!!! Usually I am not a long poem reader, but this one kept me captivated so I read all of it!!!! I love the format you used!!! This was very imaginative and unique.. Thanks for sharing this piece with us.....
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bravo, such emotion, i love it
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Applause-Applause-Applause
I adore abstract poetry and we had to hold on tight
while you took us on an fragmented journey...
I thought you did it perfectly...
flawlessly!
funnyt hing about abstract poetry...unless
you've tried to write it personally....
you have no idea how hard it is to actually do!
YOU DID FABULOUS...!!!
ears/Seattle
It's an absolute BEAUTY OF A POEM!
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This is hoooooooooooooooooorrible nah its really a fantastic write Jamie very deep and depressing
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Oh. This is a nice little poem that you have going on here. It has a lofty distant kind of feel to it like you're not really speaking to us but speaking out loud to yourself. It has a very sad and melancholy tone. Very expressive. The only thing I might say is that I think you should remove all the ellipses. Leave the words floating where they are but remove the ellipses. It will still have that distant feel but won't distract your reader with all the dots. Lestways, I think so.
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....so we live...
haunted by the dreams....
....that all at...
once are eeirily....
....familiar yet...
....disturbing....
Making life....
....seem....
....so....
....fragmentary.
I think you and I have been having the same dreams. Fantastic job.
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wow. normally stuff like what you've done with all...
....of....this...
really shits me but it worked so well this this poem. it adds to it and isn't just gratuitous dot dot dot for no purpose.
long sotry short, i really like this. nice work.
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nice work. i really like the form. very thought provoking.
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A disturbing dream state here - or not. I genuinely like the way you have fragmented the poem with its shape and content and can only admire the extended words, no way I could maintain such a thought in such a fine manner. I have two miserable claps left - they are yours.
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haunted by the dreams....
....that all at...
once are eeirily....
....familiar yet...
....disturbing....
Making life....
....seem....
....so....
....fragmentary.
I face this always...I could relate to this poem in it's words and also in it's form. Makes such sense to me my friend. I always find a glimpse inside your mind intriguing and so familiar feeling to my own. That is odd isn't it? You do seem to awaken parts of my mind that have been sleeping in the dark recesses. Amazing write once more.
Sue
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I definitely think life is fragmentary.. mine certainly us.. so I suppose most people's are right? *hopes* lol
Ahh the eerie haunting dreams.. they plague me also!
A dense and jolting write my dark lord!!
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