BlueIris
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Tue Dec-09-08 08:16 AM
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The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 12/9/08 |
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Edited on Tue Dec-09-08 08:32 AM by BlueIris
"Sagittarius"
Something dislocates. I find me trying, to be without a predicate. For once a blueprint is no guarantee against anonymity.
The self-set questionnaire of circumstance can't make all square. Aspects jar. A day with jagged edges and minutes sharp to breathe through bars retreat to neat articulation;
derides the juggling skeletons of sounds I blame for these complexities: Mercury, Moon, Jupiter when I was born were placed all wrong. Sometimes the stars' perplexities are fun, but now, not even names, just pain; thoughts hurt.
The mind's an aggravated boil, needs lancing; but no tool —unless maybe these jigsaw shards of useless personality.
At last I can forget the self-made self and work to turn the spheres and all that matters of "I am" into this it that is.
—Veronica Forrest-Thompson
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Wed Dec-10-08 07:56 AM
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1. Thank you, BI. I liked it! |
BlueIris
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Wed Dec-10-08 08:13 AM
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2. Awww, a comment. Thank you! |
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I didn't think this would draw much attention in here, but since it's one of the most A, S & AH forum appropriate poems I've found, I wanted to post it anyway.
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