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    dots Submission Name: Winterdots
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    Author: rws
    ASL Info:    57/m/ohio
    Elite Ratio:    8 - 2777/1297/258
    Words: 31
    Class/Type: Misc/Serious
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       ~how heavy is a snowflake?~


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    dotsWinterdots
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    all the white powder
    all the white dust
    in each conversation
    never discussed

    all the white ghosts
    of inclement snow
    if they weren't discussed
    then where did they go?




    Submitted on 2007-11-12 18:32:24     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      all the white powder
    all the white dust
    in each conversation
    never discussed

    all the white ghosts
    of inclement snow
    if they weren't discussed
    then where did they go?

    OK, so of course the first thing I thought of was Cocaine- and I don't even do drugs! Wonder why my mind works like that? Am I the only one that thought it was cocaine?

    annie
    | Posted on 2008-01-04 00:00:00 | by annie0888 | [ Reply to This ]
      Wow, this was resonant and almost imagist. How you likened to the white noise in Post-Modern society was brilliant and the silences. This has left me with a lot to ponder. Its great to read your work again, Sel
    | Posted on 2007-11-23 00:00:00 | by Speacenik | [ Reply to This ]
      poetry! my god! its been so very long! lol

    all the white powder
    all the white dust
    in each conversation
    never discussed

    all the white ghosts
    of inclement snow
    if they weren't discussed
    then where did they go?


    i dont know how heavy snowflakes are, but based on this piece, i'd guess they'd weigh just the same as words.... some big and clunky, and hit you with hailstones of profundity, striking you dumb like... like... yeah angelo, a sledgehammer. some are light and feathery and oh so fluffy, artistic and articulate, no two alike floating from the heavens onto an outstretched tongue, to melt and disappear from the warmness of breath. but i wouldnt know, i've never even seen snow. i guess its that time of the year around yer parts? lucky you.
    | Posted on 2007-11-17 00:00:00 | by Pietro | [ Reply to This ]
      bill.
    wow.

    how do you do that?
    how do you make this about snowflakes and yet also about those awkward moments in conversation that cannot be weighed or measured despite the fact they could shackle you to the bottom of the sea given opportunity.

    snow melts.
    perhaps unsaid thoughts do too?
    i dont know.
    i do know that i am no where near as pissed off right now as i was last night even though i havent been given opportunity to say what i needed to say to a certain person.
    why am i not as worked up as i was?
    has the thought evapourated? i think not because given the opportunity i think i would still say my piece.

    snow melts.
    the beauty of the moment is forgotten.
    when we were kids snow was the most magical thing. now for me its still magical coz i never see it enough to be sick of it but for those who live in places where snow dictates everything in winter im quite sure that there is no magic left...

    gah!
    this thought is a double edged sword bill and it has killed me.
    | Posted on 2007-11-13 00:00:00 | by Someones Epiphany | [ Reply to This ]
      Now that's a sledgehammer.

    I've always believed in the strength of the foundation that keeps your pieces standing, but I don't think I've ever seen them as capitalized on as they are now. This is one of those pieces who prove to be smartly created because, other than letting the words become the bridge for the thought to cross on, you turned the words into floatation devices and allowed the winds of your reader's consciousness to draw (or push... whatever is your fancy) the heart of the piece to the other side. I'm not really against being widely extravagant because I think that that shows more artistry, but, some times, like in cases like this, artistry comes with restrain and sophistication - two things that you exemplified quite well.

    The harshness or coldness of the snow... if they are not discussed, where would they go? But of course. What of the memories of that harshness... what of them? What of humanity's imperfections... if they weren't discussed, where would they go?

    Well sure, snow melts, blood dries up or gets cleaned by a rug and pain even pain can be covered up by time. But before that happens, snow can freeze your heart, blood can flow with your life in the holes of your body and pain can break you inside if you don't learn from it. Yes, we human beings must talk and connect with certain things in order for us to truly move on with our lives. Words are necessary whether they be from the dictionary or from our fists. They must be said and they must be made heard. For the world can learn from them as well.

    But of course, I cannot disregard the double nature of your piece... the one that might be saying "...where do they go? Nowhere. To the nothingness of a forgotten memory." And that to brings virtue. There are some snow flakes don't need to be tasted to be appreciated, wounds don't need to be re-opened for us to keep on learning from it and pain needs no acknowledgement when there are more important things to be dealt with.

    I guess that it's merely a matter of good judgement. Yes yes?

    Anyway, thank you for saving me from a brain dead afternoon Bill. It's always nice to have you around.
    | Posted on 2007-11-13 00:00:00 | by ANGELO | [ Reply to This ]
      LOL
    This is clever and really made me think
    My answer I guess would be the snowflakes turned to water and as water always is
    It is the most important ingrediant to life
    Without it there would be no mlife
    Excellent Job!!
    It was so Good to see you Posting again
    It has been ahile
    I too havent osted in almost a year
    Its definately time to start posting again
    God Bless
    Please keep in touch
    Ron
    | Posted on 2007-11-12 00:00:00 | by Ronswords | [ Reply to This ]


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