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Free verse № 125823

Distraction

by zodiac

Member since 2004 · Posted 30 May 2005 · 4 comments

There. No - wait, it'll come: an image shooting out feelers, a glass blown off a table, a tablecloth snapping up wind. No flower-unfolding, this - a bomb. Then I make an action happen. Then make an action happen. Then make some action happen. It's a story, see. But I tend to take things all at once lately, and I'm already at the end of this poem when you're still – and always – a world of your own.

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[7] deleted user 30-May-05/8:20 AM Reply
Guffaw, guffaw. I like the form. I really do.
[7] Dovina 30-May-05/6:00 PM Reply
That's the problem. I'm still in a world of my own. Even with this sharing of a jumble of thoughts and the difficulties of sorting it out for writing, no gap is bridged, and it's still a jumble.
[n/a] zodiac › Dovina 31-May-05/5:00 AM Reply
Oh. I don't know what to tell you, then.
[n/a] ALChemy 1-Aug-05/4:27 AM Reply
Your poems are puzzle boxes that don't belong in most parts of today's sociaty. Nowadays people want things served on a silver platter. You've got to trick folks into working their brains.