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    dots Submission Name: On disappearing...dots

    Author: trinityfinger
    Elite Ratio:    3.53 - 136/344/209
    Words: 310
    Class/Type: Misc/Misc
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    dotsOn disappearing...dots

    There, a page over, lies a greater visibility to all things
    which define movement. As for my world, it seems extinct.
    Famished. Unseasoned and unfinishable.

    I speak of disappearance as if it was
    a romantic interlude, where I could return to a life
    lived in between suspense and a desire for all that breathes
    and quickly unravels.

    Turquoise is my mood most days. A colour that scrapes the air
    with magic, that touches my hands with an almost frightening scent
    of what tomorrow might bring. There is danger in this discomfort
    that I might live too long, forget the reason I am still here,
    waiting for a question that will never be answered until I am gone,
    a home away from home, a tissue blown twice too many times
    to afford any space upon which to clear my lungs again.

    So I can breathe eternal, jump and skip as if I was
    seven years old again, mud stuck to my gumboots,
    searching for mushrooms, and magpies ready to attack
    the next shimmering light in a forest.

    I am a boy afraid to go to sleep most nights, afraid of
    not quite dreaming the dreams I'd saved for just that moment
    when disaster escapes another life to enter yours
    until you wake up, knowing there is no release, no sense
    of being one with another until they open their lips
    and tell you themselves not to worry, not to be so cold
    or alone out there in this smoky city, windows open
    to possibilities, time clicking down into an enigma
    of companionship, locked hands and locked hearts
    writing turquoise into the sky with you.


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      It's really great when there's so much going on in a line that you have several layers of reactions to it. I feel this viscerally, but it takes two or three reads to see all the intricacies that made it that way. Yet at the same time it communicates its point without having to delve into dictionaries and dig out intentionally obfuscated meanings. You've truly branched off and become something the surrealists would have been proud to call home.
    | Posted on 2015-04-02 00:00:00 | by lukewarm | [ Reply to This ]
      I really found this to be very well written and enjoyed your imagery & emotions that you wrapped into it.the struggles of life are sometimes rough but yet rewarding ,once overcame . this just my point of view
    on the way i read this.well written poem
    | Posted on 2014-08-30 00:00:00 | by mmray | [ Reply to This ]

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