The passage came from a hollow room
analyzing granules and specks in floor tiles,
of a reaching out into insecurities and nervousness,
of jealousies and humility,
striving for rejected normalcy...
I stare at the passage as if it were another speck to be analyzed
on a wall or floor tile caught in a pattern
and finding a deep connection, lingering...
perhaps this pursuit is better shared
like those needs still unfulfilled
that cannot be fulfilled alone...
Just getting by in life, on the bare minimum
until I find something or someone who can...
searching,
pausing to analyze granules in the darker corners.
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This is a very intriguing piece. I like the way you've portrayed desperation in a unique and interesting way.
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so there is desperation here playing out underneath... well, it is a useful tool...
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The Spirit Of Emptiness
Reading this poem was like hearing the Spirit Of Emptiness speak to me. I don't know if there is such an entity. If there was, no one could perceive it because it was "empty". Still this poem embodies the feeling of emptiness. The speck returns here to be accompanied by granules. In the deep sadness of this piece, I find it hard to make puns about the speck or find anything amusing in the speck. I can only say that I have analyzed the "specks in the floor tiles" (yes, I have that tile too), but I haven't found an answer, a solution, or even the granules, only the ability to know how emptiness feels---and wish no other human knew what it was like. Guess that wish was not granted. Well, at least we still have compassion....
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lol your first three sentences have me picturing "one hand clapping"... maybe that's what is missing while I stare at specks and granules... I'll have to try it next time... there is a story behind this piece, maybe someday I'll put it together (if it ends before I do! )... and come now, I can't imagine you staring at floor tiles... you have much better things to stare at...! and you knowing emptiness... I don't know... you just don't seem like the type... it's not the same as being 'alone' or 'abandoned', one can still have spirit and pluck there... you'll have to convince me in some future writing... (take it as a literary challenge, but don't go and seek it out again! goodness gracious there is enough emptiness in the world)... the compassion you speak of is empathy... and I have a notion that to be able to empathize with a feeling one has to have experienced it...
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Pluck inspires leptons
Here in the 21st century, I have never met an individual who used the word "pluck" when speaking to me. There you go again, being that unique guy. No wonder you make me write about leptons. I henceforth dub you "Unique King". You shall hold this title until someone else manages to use words like "pluck" and "spec" as effectively as you do. Dubbed this 11th day of September, 2009, it's about time something nice happened on this day, and, may I say you are right on about the "empathy" versus "compassion", my bad.... -
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well, just imagine us sitting there, across a table, and me, looking you straight in the eyes, and slowly saying, "Pluck".
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I certainly hope you wouldn't mind helping me up from under the table after you said that....pith always was your strongpoint.
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