and the rains came,
dissolving dreams,
in a myriad of celestial trails
that fled drenched skin;
forsaking color
they funnelled us into the deluge
of mainstream strife
― one unto the water; the other unto the air;
both unto a winding path separated by a stare
all that remained,
said or unsaid
― lay over-turned,
bobbing like headless ducks,
in elapsed, elongated shallows
force-fed into the gyre, we made our rounds
how much faster might we go―
how much more color need be shed?
downstream we sped, swirling clouds
from eddies spun of sun-supposed reality
and all refrain
was parted as imparted,
― lace fell free,
exposing wisps of invented arms,
dangling elegant white; feigning ease of flight
objectivity flew higher, detached from soft sounds
who might capture you now―
who might mend your broken wing?
― then we met the ocean
and horizons swallowed eyes
and I floated on my own way
while you melded into skies
Author notes
Half full / half empty... half-cocked... half-baked... ultimately, it just doesn't matter.
It is what it is.... drink it down; pour another... make mine a double.
I divided air from water as if lovers torn apart... magnified by a world of glass things often seem dire, taking on grandiose proportion... when actually we just have different agendas, places to go and ... like water levels perceived... each of us must strive to attain our own plateau... regardless of how it looks from someone else's supposed pinnacle.
It's never so much the height but how comfortable we feel upon it.
A contest entry
- Draw inspiration from.. by Naridill.
340 points, ended October 26, 11 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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"all that remained,
said or unsaid
― lay over-turned,
bobbing like headless ducks,"
---Purely awesome lines, right there.
The entire poem is probably one of the best I've read in a while, because it involves polarity, which is one of my favorite subjects to read; especially from a writer such as yourself.
You used all my favorite words, too.
I think people are too busy differentiating the difference between what's right, what's wrong, what's cool, what's not, to really focus on anything but. People tear others apart, thinking that what they're doing is normal, expected.
I have no idea where I'm going with this. It's just what I thought after I read the poem and your author's note.
Wonderful piece, I really enjoyed reading this.
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i like the afterthoughts of this piece esp this part:
'objectivity flew higher, detached from soft sounds
who might capture you now―
who might mend your broken wing?'
a well deserved win.
thanks for sharing,
HENSLEY
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I agree with your AN - it doesn't matter
I think that was my point with this contest
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You think... that was your point?!
As in it may or may not have been your intention... implying you were waffling... only really half-committed all along... unsure if you were ready to dive in or climb out of the semi-filled glass yourself... arggggh!
Where's Linus? I need a drink.
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all that remained
- lay over-turned,
Each rock in my mind has crushed the webs affixed to them!
You truly are a poet. Bravo.
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cool comment... kind words...
but save a little webbing... it's great to have some cushioning for those days when we trip over our own ever-growing, not-so-tasty, feet.
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Very nicely done for the given prompt, I think you might do pretty well with this write in the contest, the young lady does like her abstract FV. Best of luck to you... Scott
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