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Explosions.

 

 

We live between explosions, doldrums and self doubt

a sequence of emotions waiting to burst out

weeks of treadmill living, suddenly a bomb

shocks us into thinking, where did that come from ?

 

 

A death, a life, a problem, an unexpected smile

take us different places, making it worthwhile.

Some people dwell on heartbreaks, sadness and their pain

when I hear them bleating, I think, God not again.

 

 

This life is mine, and welcome, my thoughts are mine alone

I don't care if they're wrong, they're all I really own.

each second births a daydream, a wish, a hope, a thought

I see them circle round me, waiting to be caught.

 

 

 

Author notes

"The problem with life is that it is daily."


It's a problem I cherish. The quote should be changed to :

' The Beauty of life is that it is daily '

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  • GotLilt
    September 25, 2009
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    There are wonderful twist and turns of emotion in this. I love 'treadmill living"


  • Night Hope gold member
    September 22, 2009

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    I must agree, Scribe...with both your poem and your author's notes. Good luck in the contest, Sweetie.


  • Susan E. Pennycuff
    September 22, 2009

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    This is a beautiful take on what was a dismal prompt, but you turned it around completely and showed it to be a problem worth solving. Bravo to you for having done that! Wonderful rhythm and rhyme throughout. I did notice one thing as I read this and that was in the last stanza, the second line:

    I [dont] care if they're wrong, they're all [ I really I ] own.

    ^ don't ^ I really

    Other than that line this poem is perfectly written and you should do well once that line is corrected in fact I imagine you will place in the contest, this is a strong poem dear.

    Suzi