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Hibernation
Between the orchids' blooming feast
Swaying invitingly in the window square
Between portentous sharks
Gliding graciously like soft lies on the TV screen
Me, inertia
Sleeping soft bubble in cosmic anonymity
Me, sepia
Dissolving eyes watching a race of virtual runners
Arriving at the fake finishing line
Me –
Discarded prosthetic, murdered replicant doll or, simply,
Put
An empty red couch, a coffee table, or straps of coldly
Waxed wood on the floor,
My self
Leaving the only thing alive to continue its monologue,
Letting it announce me the world
Only to pretend no one is there…
© Cynthia Smith 2008
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| Just reread your poem. My appreciation of the work has grown over time. This is now in my Library. Thank you. |
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Comment by: Mrs Woolf Online- 2008-06-28 09:56
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| Thank you so much to all of you. I really appreciate this feedback. It was more than I intended to get. |
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Comment by: MsWizard Online- 2008-06-22 08:56
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| I myself see the reader to be isolated, a viewer, a voyeur of all that surrounds her~watching without participating....really really powerful visuals here~wonderfully descriptive! |
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Cynthia! This is absolutely outstanding! This puts to shame at least 95%
of the material on editred. I am humbled by the wonderful variety of images, the language, the rhythm. It is a beautiful and, at the same time,
shocking piece of work. This one is definitely going in the Library!
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Comment by: DavidHe - 2008-06-21 00:50
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| Very emotional! I like it very much. It is a good sign of your wisdom. Best wishes. Could you please include me in your readers' list? |
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