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    Author: Daniel Barlow
    Elite Ratio:    6 - 2117/2065/1540
    Words: 189
    Class/Type: Poetry/Love
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                                                                1.

                                            As I stare upward
                                            and briefly and effortlessly be

                                            of the contemplation
                                            of what has been -it is
                                            the clouds that as they loom
                                            near. and impossible.
                                            edged in the sun's shine.
                                            moved, too, in

                                             the incommunicable.

                                                      which make a
                                                      statement of distance



















                                            2.

                                            Occupying a fixed position,
                                            how is it the lowliest vessel
                                            can feel so great?













          &.








                        3.



         Everything is
         only paused.

























                                                                                                                   4.
                                                                                                        How are we?
                                                                                                        to























                        5.      Navigate the broadcast silence.
                        6.     Start up. like music.




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      I like the covers of these songs. I like the idea of getting lost in something. . . a song, a moment. Anything. And so I enjoy the lines:

    a beauty I
    have gotten
    lost
    in.

    I also felt intrigued by the bit about ". . . 10 yrs of quixotic
    emotion . . .". First off, I had to look up quixotic, so thank you for teaching me a new word (I hope to someday use it against my mother in Scrabble). But moreover, only ten years?? I'd say I've been quixotic in my outlook for my whole life!!! Even now, after many years of being divorced, after facing loss and death. After watching one son nearly kill himself with addiction and another have a delusional break lasting over a week that seemed as though it might take his mind from us forever . . . I still cling to the beauty of the leaves turning in the wind, the smile of a child, and the sound of my own kids' voices, and all those crazy ideals that make me a romantic. I still imagine life with a lover who loves me. I still believe in justice and that things that happen "mean something". Maybe it's just a survival tactic--a defense mechanism. But I embrace my quixotic nature.

    As far as what it all adds up to; your title seems the answer to your own (facetious??) question. All the colors of reality leave us dazzled and delighted. Or sometimes they are so glaring and violent they blind us. We are, for that reason, all on "the spectrum"--reaching out from inside ourselves--unsuccessfully mostly--but still trying--even when it's physically painful to do so.

    Yes. So for that reason and more: Nice write.


    I do, I must say, find it challenging to read your work with so many line breaks and with the songs inserted, but I guess it speaks to the quality of your pieces that I persevere and seek to find meaning. You are a talent, sir.
    | Posted on 2017-02-20 00:00:00 | by JanePlane | [ Reply to This ]
      

    How is it all
    that I am can
    seem so thin
    and so parched

                        while all that I lack
                        can.
    pull up. Mass.
                                       & is immense.

         
         
    To love and lie dormant.                                   I
    t is a black smoke
                                                                     
    charging into the glass.












                                       sucked into                    
    nothing.                                                  




    | Posted on 2017-02-04 00:00:00 | by Daniel Barlow | [ Reply to This ]
      




























         

                   How is it?
                   here. and anxiety. dislocation &. present
                   are locked in shadow to line
                   the forest.




























































         What do 10 yrs of quixotic
         emotion:


              loquacious low. atmospheric high. throat-stopped-
              sanity-sapping middle-ground. celibate silence. Vis-à-vis
              arcing amorosity.
              plunging barometric
                                                           imagined

                                                                                              absolute


          add up to?


         
    It is a wall, I've built between us.
































































    Sometimes I have been revived.
    alluvial, following a song.
    making my way. to.
    Well.
    You know


    the music.
    a music.

    the maker.
    a marker.



    a beauty I
    have gotten
    lost
    in.
















                                       
    &. real life.           Visits.      So unreal.






         

                                                                                                                            it's hard to come down.




    | Posted on 2017-02-04 00:00:00 | by Daniel Barlow | [ Reply to This ]


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