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The metronome speaks

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Amazing interlude of silence;
Drips, it's serenity, soundlessly
into the mind's eye; Allowing
tensions, to evaporate into nothingness;

Gradually, the outside noise
penetrates the sub-conscience;
dissolving, frissons of sound to
reach muted levels;

Acceptance, of intrusion, is an
unwillingness to surrender
power, to an outside influence,
beyond Ones control,... tentatively;

Drifting back, into normality,
the echo chambers of the mind,
vibrates, with crescendos and whispers;
Which, the consciousness,... soaks as a sponge.

 

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Dont ask where this came from... Must be a bad day ..
Written October 27th, 2004

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  • cutiepie gold member
    October 27, 2004
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    Many thanks for being able to place your finger on the croix of the matter... I appreciate it and also for your kind words

  • cutiepie gold member
    October 27, 2004
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    Thank you Adreena, I am glad you could relate to this poem. All too often the poet knows what they are trying to say but quite often it is not as apparent to the reader Many thanks for your kind words


  • MuseStalker
    October 27, 2004
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    This reminded me of those times when I couldn't shut out the world - though I tried desperately to reach some inner no-thought-parking zone. Sometimes, the world is just to present. I think that's why I love writing poetry...it allows me to distill reality to its essence and focus on those. Otherwise, the background noise of it all would wash me away. Well, done. Evoked much emotional response for me.


  • Charlotte-E-Nikovna
    October 27, 2004
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    Drifting back, into normality,
    the echo chambers of the mind,
    vibrates, with crescendos and whispers;
    Which, the consciousness,... soaks as a sponge

    i like this, i see it as being out of your mind, not crazy just distant, as if reality is a million miles away. i can relate to that cause i seem to live entirely within my day dreams..

    unwillingness to surrender
    power, to an outside influence

    very true
    loved it
    Adreena
    xxx