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little rhyming poem of nothing
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little rhyming poem of nothing |
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grandiloquent Member
since 1999-07-08
Posts 104Midwest America |
I am an outline of the girl that I guess I should be. something wicked's sucked up all the guts out of me. swept over the corners, used a wet rag for dust -- Why, my nose caught the linger of disinfectant. It made sure nothing of past foundation remained -- not a speck or a half-cell of bacteria strain; the smallest of molecules to cultivate and grow . . . to remind me of something I suppose I should know. I straddled the handlebars, pushed into the wind feeling homesick, transparent, and a little too thin. Anchored my head, laying low and long but upon looking down, found my shadow had gone. [This message has been edited by grandiloquent (edited 09-17-2000).] |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware |
"I straddled the handlebars, pushed into the wind feeling homesick, transparent, and a little too thin. Anchored my head, laying low and long but upon looking down, found my shadow had gone." Pushing a bicycle's pedals is a stress reliever for me and the 1000's of miles i've clocked gives witness to the stress and the enjoyment - needless to say I too have noted to shadow transitions - very well done  ~You have to have a dream so you can get up in the morning. ~ Billy Wilder |
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grandiloquent Member
since 1999-07-08
Posts 104Midwest America |
Billy, Thank you for your attentiveness! You have made a reply to every single one of my poems, and each is thoughtful and discerning. I'm trying my very best to grab an extra minute or two whenever I log on so I may post replies to as many poems as I can (those, at least, that have been posted within this last week... and from then on.) I think feedback, even in the smallest form should be a priority of all the members of the forum. Firstly, for the respect of the other poets (not to mention the gain from constructive criticism or forwarding encouragement), and secondly simply out of empathy obtained when replies are written to one of your own works. I must say the time and care taken with each poem is astounding - I love this place! And I hope to make lavish contributions, not only in submissions, but with input for each new poem. *Ahem* If I have yet to loose your interest… What an interesting take! It's amazing the different perspectives of author and reader. The inspiration, if not the very idea of the poem, in actuality had nothing to do with shadows. Instead, it was an offbeat description of self-judgment, and self-discovery. From a very young perspective: the wonderings of what one is, or what one is suppose to be… and the feeling of uselessness - "nothingness" - that comes when you find you haven't a clue whom you are, or what you want out of life, or what direction you want to take. I LOVE that you incorporated it, instead, to the twists and passings of shadows along a bike trek. Fabulous. [This message has been edited by grandiloquent (edited 09-17-2000).] |
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