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A Fistful of Me
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A Fistful of Me |
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Earl Brinkman Senior Member
since 2010-03-03
Posts 1183Osaka, Japan |
A Fistful of Me Hidden rainy waves of discontent Softly cascade through my sickly fingers Splashing into my palm in their descent The sensation tenaciously lingers Tingling, tingling, refusing to relent `Tis a never ending ticklish torment! Have my fingers been poisoned by some malcontent If so, what is the culprit`s intent? The banality of pain The banality of suffering The banality of me Paralyzes me Surely the devil resides in my hand Picking at me with a razor-dull pitchfork As he scrapes my inner skin with course sand My impaled blood vessels not unlike cork The devil`s not alone.He with a band His vile minions at his beck and command For the evil ones, a dead hand has already been planned How much longer can my hand withstand? The banality of pain The banality of suffering The banality of me Paralyzes me |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Yo Earl, That's too bad. I hope you feel better soon. Bobby |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
A very dark offering here. It reminds me of a movie I saw many, many years ago. The hand of a murderer is sewn onto an amputee, after which, the character has no control over what it does. I think it starred Vincent Price, but I’m not sure. All the same, a well done piece… if not a little disturbing. "We'll chase them like rats across the tundra." |
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whisperingwalt Member
since 2010-04-29
Posts 240Coquitlam, BC, Canada |
"The banality of pain The banality of suffering The banality of me Paralyzes me" Originalty in your banality...well written...the sruggle between self and the dark forces of evil...paralysis of analyasis...I have felt this way at times...way to capture an emotional moment in time Earl. |
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threadbear Senior Member
since 2008-07-10
Posts 817Indy |
The technique used here to offer emotion is very reminiscent of E.Allen Poe. Very striking, Earl! Jeff |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
My first impression of your impressive impression of pain is how much akin to love it is--it either makes you move a way that you wouldn't otherwise, or it does indeed paralyze ya. I realize it's a poem, but if you are writing from a neuropathic experience? They have new ways to deal with that. (Sorry to say, though, that waking a nerve is actually more painful than the slow death of one.) I love the title, too. We do clench, don't we? sigh. Have a hug, a perc (and I find Flexeril more effective than Soma, although there's not quite the euphoria, except for the joy of being able to type!) <--see?  Be well, m'friend.  |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
This is a very impactful write. The pain is deeply felt. We must call for the Angels to bring healing! A very pertinent title too! Love, Margherita |
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Eusta B. Mae Senior Member
since 2010-05-03
Posts 903 |
Very powerful Earl! I can only echo the sentiments of the others....excelent capture. ebm |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
A most moving write, Earl. The power of the mind that is supposed to direct all things sometimes fails us and even though I like to think that all things are as they should be, I do find myself asking, "Why?". Helen |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
Ah pain, the most intense source of growth. Interesting write Earl. |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
I am sorry for your pain, Earl. I hope things get better for you. Ida |
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