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apprentice corner of the lake
Contributed by
alicewhite
on
Friday, 27th February 2015 @ 06:05:41 PM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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I sat quietly pulling the corners from the edges
Ohhh seep
Deep
Baaaa
Baaaa and
Bleet
Speak
B. L. Ee. Ting
Sheep
Deep
Here I stand on the dividing line of two worlds
I feel the sand beneath my feet
And the water lapping at my face n human????race
As each wave pulls it seems to want to pull me with it
I I I want to stay
Iii want to go
Breathe in the salt air and ohh
How I sigh
When the one from my dreams is sitting right next to me
And I still don't know what to say
I am in my very own well of storm water
Up to my neck
What the.
My feet burn with desire and sand
The water rushes over my head
And I am in aww
An aww that fits my rowing boat perfectly
The aww that I have been endlessly throughout time
Timelessly searching for
The aww waters rush over my space
My face
And I am oh so awww
Home
My father will turn me back into a mermaid tonight
And I will be with my sisters again
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alicewhite
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2015-02-27 18:05:41]
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Re: apprentice corner of the lake
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by xHeathenx on
Saturday, 28th February 2015 @ 03:47:53 AM AEST
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"Pulling the corners from the edge"
This makes me think of a song from folk singer Jeffrey Lewis, "The Last Time I Did Acid I Went Insane"
He mentions lifting up the carpet, and seeing stars/the universe.
Well, I took that thought, and I'm picturing you sitting in a rowboat on a stretch of water, pulling off the corner of the horizon like a blanket or curtain. Now you're on a rowboat, sitting on the dividing line between a nice beach with people swimming, frolicking, and a chaotic world of dreams and your inner mind. The bleating being the panicking of the people, now racing to get to shore, panicking from the sight of the world being torn apart. As you peel the curtain of horizon into your boat, it weighs so much, it causes the boat to immediately start sinking. Your gazing into the world you know not so well, but yet know and love, and are mesmerized by. Before you know it you're sinking, and soon you will drown. As the water engulfs your head, and your fate seeming certain, your imagination of being/becoming a mermaid blends with your real-world conception of going to heaven to see your ancestors.
Is this what any of the poem is? Is it truly you and not a narrator? I couldn't tell you, but it's an awesome thought. :)
Thanks for the well-done abstract read. It was fun to use the imagination. :D |
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Re: apprentice corner of the lake
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by JamesStockdale on
Saturday, 28th February 2015 @ 06:45:38 AM AEST
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Spastic mayhem at its best.
Very thought provoking indeed.
Well done!
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Re: apprentice corner of the lake
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by Waynster on
Saturday, 28th February 2015 @ 09:08:14 AM AEST
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Great write. A bit further out there than my very last poem posted, but a great mind can write a great abstract poem. Keep it up.
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Re: apprentice corner of the lake
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by ming on
Friday, 13th March 2015 @ 08:49:54 PM AEST
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Ahh dreams! My take is they are alternative realities. We live in more places than we know. Mermaid indeed.
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