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    dots Submission Name: brittle sunsetdots
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    Author: Clayman
    ASL Info:    28 - getting late
    Elite Ratio:    6.34 - 609/327/167
    Words: 137
    Class/Type: Misc/Misc
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    dotsbrittle sunsetdots
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    There are crickets here,
    they allow me a moment of unconditional perfection bleeding from their resonant songs to God.

    It has been a good day, I felt things again, there have been cracks in my plans but
    the sun wouldn't speak down and
    the moon just smiled.

    He called me out, the Big Man.
    I didn't even know it and went for the smiles and happiness, never to know it would consume me or
    that I would learn to love it and
    leave myself behind..

    I sometimes wonder what normal love felt like,
    I try to remember the feeling,
    before something bigger stepped in
    and became the only concept of love..

    There are crickets here,
    they are on to something big
    and I am in on it...

    Svw




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      I got a cricket on the line and a bottle of 'shine,
    a whipporwill whistling everything is fine...

    I really like this. When the crickets sing, God is in their music. Which means God must be the friction of moving legs...

    That's kinda sexy when you think about it...
    | Posted on 2011-12-03 00:00:00 | by Runes | [ Reply to This ]
      I call it Grace. Grace is more than mere divine favor, it is a renewed sense of power even in moments of vulnerability and weakness. It strengthens us, enables us to stand firm and helps us in our deepest hour of need. It allows us to feel a deeper love than that which is connected with physical pleasure. It allows us to believe in the miraculous. It lets us see it (or hear it) even in the sound of a tiny insect. Most of all, it is that moment of leaving ourselves behind and expanding into something--no maybe melting into something--greater.

    Well done.

    Jane
    | Posted on 2011-11-30 00:00:00 | by JanePlane | [ Reply to This ]
      Aww man... you figured it out. Ultimate rush. Yes, I must agree that you are "in on it". The first stanza is pure gold, the final is signature.

    Personal issue on use of "Big Man" but such a reference probably works fine with most.
    | Posted on 2011-11-26 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ]
      there is a universe out there much bigger than ourselves.

    we love ...and what is that concept? we love in our limited capacity...we lose love...we feel the sunsets and sunrises tainted because of our feelings..

    but eventually learn to love nature, God, all that is around us...because those are constants...

    even when human love fails.

    smiles and romantic happiness can be so ephemeral...

    and it makes us look at sunsets differently when we are scorched by passion's sun...

    but now the speaker in this poem is on to something..feels part of the secret...there is something bigger than all of us out there..and it is beautiful..and can create smiles and happiness that is real and lasting.

    nice piece

    jacob
    | Posted on 2011-11-26 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ]


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