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Strange Weather Days
Contributed by
dirty
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Tuesday, 12th March 2013 @ 12:58:55 PM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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following this line, this narrative
fear of what boils underneath
thin lines crackle between beauty
and horror
everyday actions, I must work
towards everyday life, sinking
and sifting through underlying
hurricanes, smiles, handshakes
I can see it in a picture frame
there is no calm eye and
there is no center
in the next stage there
will be no nothing,
there will exist no muffled
static cellphone questions
I do not believe in this
side of me, I cannot see
any other side, only some
type of vessel, illuminated
by strained sunlight
being alive like holding
together, like juggling, so
many misshaped pieces, all
the while beautiful
everyday routine numbing
strokes, familiar smiles, handshakes
beauty and horror dont stop
dancing, like ghosts, possessed
waves, we run through town
taverns, in search of a center,
in search of an eye
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dirty
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Re: Strange Weather Days
(User Rating: 1 )
by spud on
Wednesday, 13th March 2013 @ 09:16:41 AM AEST
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Hi,
Difficult to grasp your exact meaning in this
fine composed piece. I guess that, like so
many, you are describing the eternal pursuit
for a better self, a better life (?)
Let me ask you, did you feel comforted after
writing this? If so then that is the healing
element of writing Poetry.
Enjoyable read.
T
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