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And in what world Does this monologue exist, reborn Into a fabric which exalts the creative spirit With the silent wish to understand when Limitations cease, to release the heart from Confused affinities. For, had we known of this journey, this penumbra Of cyclic greeting, goodbye and greeting, a notion Buried in tomes and paintings, silverpoint Traced finely and with purpose: Fermata to legato, vibrating string To a dissolving mind's relief. 21/06/12 |
This piece felt so fragile and for that I enjoyed it immensly. A questioning sigh, there is not much to say other than I dig it. Another great observation thanks for sharing> | Posted on 2012-08-03 00:00:00 | by BevRead | [ Reply to This ] | want fries with that broken heart? | once broken, can it grow again...can it sprout roots...how thin is the skin? we think with our brain once we have been hurt, not with the heart... so perhaps being crazy might allow us to feel love again...maybe it's the only way... i thought that for 20 years...and now i am really in the midst of craziness... just thoughts...just reacting to what i read here...you always take my mind on a journey. i like that...and i like pretty much any kind of potatoes... and potatoes in poems. jacob | Posted on 2012-06-21 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ] | Quantum potatoes? | Well, although I cannot relate the description to the poem, I absolutely enjoyed it. Thanks for sharing, Jase. ![]() | Posted on 2012-06-21 00:00:00 | by latentlylyrical | [ Reply to This ] | Mashed, I assume. Smooth and creamy. Maybe add some chives. | I like when you (or others) throw in musical terms. Poetry is so much music, isn't it? As for your question, I will hazard an answer (even if the answer is really another question): This world? Jane | Posted on 2012-06-21 00:00:00 | by JanePlane | [ Reply to This ] | |