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On The Cusp |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
He sits on the Sink with eyes open, As his caterpillar vault leaves Him stronger. A sheer sniff of rediscovery Leaves a sink forever desolate. As he walked 10,000 miles with With feet of detailed smell, His perseverance told a lonely tale. A man with a future, For he was unable to see, His own repetitious floundering Left him 2 stones down from the one he had foreseen. The years slowly went by, as did he. It’s revealing age wrinkled through his lonely pores. As he returns to his box, He finds himself sheltered on the cusp of the sink, Water forever flowing with timeless effort. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Wow. This post wrapped me in a chilly cocoon. Well done! Nice to meet you, on the cusp of the sink. |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
I'm liking this...I'd like to return and give you more detailed commentary when I'm not so tired...will try and do so if I have time. Suffice to say - this is good poetry Tomer...  K |
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Amaranthine Member
since 2002-10-06
Posts 61ON Canada |
Very impressive. Strikingly desolate, while at the same time coldly objective. I found this poem sinking into my subconscious like a stone into a well. Touche. |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Excellent, Tomer. Glad you see you posting here again. Made me think of someone looking at the cold runnel of water in the sink, night after night, rather seeing that than the mirror. |
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