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    dots Submission Name: Waitingdots

    Author: saartha
    ASL Info:    27/F/US
    Elite Ratio:    4.01 - 230/393/145
    Words: 41
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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       ...I don't even like geology, why the hell am I writing poetry about the carbon cycle? (not really about the carbon cycle, but with an aspect of it yeah whatever you get it).

    This is about love of any type. The full title may be 'Waiting for when Solitude Spontaneously Gives Birth'

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    In much the same way
    as ice floes stall and
    hopeful bits of carbon float

    I am twitching, slightly, hundred-fingered
    and hundred-eyed and all of me breathless
    for a time when my chest beats not one-one,
    but one-two, one-two.

    Submitted on 2009-01-15 22:18:58     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      i like this because it is a transformation,
    the last lines, though simple, they ground the poem in the *sable of life.

    it's warm and powerful, undeniable, and right.
    when simple lines achieve that, all the better.

    | Posted on 2010-02-06 00:00:00 | by Daniel Barlow | [ Reply to This ]
      as long and tired as the hundred year oak. perfectly beautiful writing.
    | Posted on 2009-04-16 00:00:00 | by blackbird | [ Reply to This ]
      i love your work too.

    'hopeful bits of carbon' is just a great thought.

    i love the play with 'hundred-fingered' and
    the whole second part of this piece is very lyrical to me.

    as well, this could be waiting for anything.
    small. large. that something that makes the difference.

    you really are a wonderful poet. thanks.
    | Posted on 2009-01-18 00:00:00 | by isabella | [ Reply to This ]
      symbiotic tendrils of osmosis quiver
    like a dozen love arrows shot through the liver

    gather now as the soft hearts dance
    to rhythms of a fine romance

    I think I hear the drum

    your turn to dance will come

    ~that last part is a song I heard long ago~
    | Posted on 2009-01-16 00:00:00 | by rws | [ Reply to This ]
      I love your work... I feel like I read something from you of the same title, though... or maybe it was a different poet...

    Anyways, we all are waiting for that, I think. Well I'll say lots of people I know, then, hehe. Each expectantly waiting for our own Big Bang to happen... (hehe, not in that way =P) But, we wait for something to shock and open up a new world for us. Pull us from our own I guess... or else make ours bigger and brighter...

    Ah, I ramble... I love the last two lines the best...

    | Posted on 2009-01-15 00:00:00 | by EmpathicAya | [ Reply to This ]

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