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Incapable of Closure
dust surrounds these stars
a fine haze of impossible light
mere powder blown from a cupped palm
it bursts into life, then becomes static
now: just a blank in thought
a strand of consciousness without an end
little shimmers of time, folded over
by a careless hand, allow for a pause
to breathe in the pale, the alone, all the
endless unknown scattered across our minds
a small silence before the end
the emptiness reverberates through the cosmos
we collapse inwards, choosing the straightest
route to desolation, and in the light that
erupts from our faint flickering mortality
we grope for the absolution of eternity
12/16/2006 12:56 PM
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| Beautiful Manda, I loved your opening lines, very delicate piece. Last stanza polished it off nicely. Great Job!!! Thanks for commenting on my poem "The Winter Solstice Of My Heart" |
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Comment by: Elinki - 2007-01-01 11:57
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a great poem to open the mind to the question of the meaning of being.
great piece, and your rythem is great as always. |
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| How wonderfully lyrical and pensive! I felt like this poem existed in outer space, where each line was composed of shining stars, singing out from a humming background. Lovely. |
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Comment by: Isi - 2006-12-20 17:50
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I really like it how you set me up into the poem with:
"dust surrounds these stars
a fine haze of impossible light"
and once you grab my attention; I canā??t let go till the end.
Wonderful work!!!! |
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You are beginning to write like you-know-who, ahem, Ms String Theory. I love this poem!! for too many reasons to list.
xoxox
NJ |
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