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    dots Submission Name: sucumbrancedots
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    Author: JanePlane
    ASL Info:    125/F/everyplane
    Elite Ratio:    6.76 - 415/433/130
    Words: 113
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
    Total Views: 293
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       "Sucumbrance" is yet another made up word. Let me know if it works.


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    when large flakes of snow came down today
    and the tip of my nose felt cold
    but everything else was snug inside sweater
    and scarf and hat and hood
    I thought this isn’t so bad
    the cold ground
    with leaves stiff and shiny
    and no blue
    only grey or maybe even pure white
    up above
    and all the mountains finally standing
    with naked trees showing
    and that’s when I felt it
    sucumbrance
    the succumbing to the inevitable
    the knowing that no wish
    will change it
    and the letting go then
    of all wishes

    what it is is not as sad as it may sound
    what it is is freedom




    Submitted on 2011-11-29 15:41:08     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      i find this referring to death...it isn't as bad as we think...it is a letting go and then going someplace else...and this speaks of all the beauty above the cold ground...

    reminds me of Ophelia talking about Polonius in Hamlet..

    about the the cold ground...but for her the flowers withered and died...in your poem there is hope...that what is after is better...

    makes death not so scary...a sort of freedom...

    maybe the tip of our noses will be cold..but faith in something better could be the sweater that keeps the rest warm

    something emily dickinson wished she could find, like her friends did...but alas...she wasn't able to ....

    whatever we believe...what happens after death is a sort of freedom.

    such an expressive poem..and i really love the last two lines, Jane.

    jacob
    | Posted on 2011-11-29 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ]
      I like it. I feel like it could be a real word.
    I just like the thought of this.
    Your nose was cold, but everything else was warm "It's not so bad."
    I love it.
    Even though our bodies tend to work in unison. One part hurts and the whole thing is contempt.
    I guess our minds work the same way.
    One thing goes wrong and our whole days are ruined.
    Parts of us hurt, other parts feel fine, and others feel great. Our mood inevitably depends on which parts we succumb to.

    That's just what it made me feel.

    Matt
    | Posted on 2011-11-29 00:00:00 | by OneDarkFlame92 | [ Reply to This ]


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