Probing Prose - Poetically [Battle of the Brains]

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Sunshine

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0 posted 2001-04-21 04:26 PM

Probing Prose - Poetically
Battle of the Brains

Talk to me.  Why?  Why not, you’ve always
something to say.  Parlay?

In twos I speak, my thoughts will tweak,
I’ll wonder why, and then,
just sigh, with heavy breath
my thoughts will rise
the breast I wear, in silent, swear,
where!
do these thoughts come from.

So where were you
as I showered, lathering soap,
slathering ideas around, warm water
rising rapidly ‘round my ankles,
bubble thoughts glowering
translucent rainbows
among the scents of white froth.

What’s the cost of writing?
Discontented others?
Who enjoys the written word more,
when it stems from one’s own pen?
You? Me? Them? We?

My privacy becomes as transparent,
then, as this bubble that looms
from the lip of the shampoo bottle,
wavering with the steam.
I stand alone,
steam circling this brain, this battle,
of what you want and
what I want and the divide divides itself.
The gorge enlarges, the gorge rises,
so where did gorgeous come from?

See? This brain…this split of sides,
this wild horse ride,
it is all, I think,
that keeps me young.
The previous owner of this house
must have been very vain,
the only thing I like about
the full mirrors on the north wall
of this very small
room is that they help
the room increase in size.
I don’t care for what is reflected,
except the sight of the
opposite wall, not
necessarily what stands between.
My mind is encompassed
and suppressed by skin
and its formation that,
some might say, is not so bad.
But I was never pleased,
encased in it.
I cannot recall a time that it
really pleased me, but that is not
vanity talking.
No.
Actually, it’s a bit better
when fully clothed.

The shower over,
the two sides merge,
and one emerges through the door,
privacy left behind
all sins now washed down
the drain,
the musical refrain
“One Day at a Time”
begins again.

SEA

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1 posted 2001-04-21 04:31 PM

Sunshine, I think you've gotten into my brain.......always as soon as I get in the shower, this happens....I really like this....

SEA

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2 posted 2001-04-21 04:40 PM

I love a woman who comes clean with her thoughts

Wilfred Yeats
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3 posted 2001-04-22 12:10 PM

I hope I do not offend - but for me - this was really 'fun' to read - perhaps - because - I felt a strange sense of rapport
(maaybe I shower too much

)

Sven

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since 1999-11-23

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East Lansing, MI USA

4 posted 2001-04-22 02:05 AM

hmmm. . . what happens when we talk to ourselves??

this. . . wonderful Sunshine. . .

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Coal Surrender
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5 posted 2001-04-22 09:08 AM

  Each word served as a step, further separating us from our surroundings to accompany you on the inward journey. A trip well worth taking.

              Coal

ethome
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New Brunswick Canada

6 posted 2001-04-22 09:44 AM

"My privacy becomes as transparent,
                then, as this bubble that looms
                from the lip of the shampoo bottle,
                wavering with the steam.
                I stand alone,
                steam circling this brain, this battle,
                of what you want and
                what I want and the divide divides itself.
                The gorge enlarges, the gorge rises,
                so where did gorgeous come from?"

Gorgeous came from the same place that the thoughts that created this poem came from...............I know what it's like, you sure can put together some wonderful and wild thoughts when encased in a time of privacy like that.

You never fail to suprise me ......wonderful writing for sure!    Take care!

Nan

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7 posted 2001-04-22 10:55 AM

Methinks you've been brainwashed...and quite well, I might add...

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