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stratagem888
New Member

since 2006-02-15

Posts 4

0 posted 2006-02-15 11:32 PM

I feel something
        something imaginative
   something subtle
grazing the tips of my fingers
  It is beautiful
       in its fantastic quality
        something sublime
        something indescribable
   something from which the very fabric
                             of my abstract dreams
                 is woven
  It sleeps in me
and awakes like a fever
this object that can not be defined
can not be described with words
This faint feeling
      that haunts the corridors of my subconscious
             I can feel it
grazing the tips of my fingers
But I can not touch it
            I can not grab it
            I can not hold it
            I can not possess it!

Musicmaker1969

Senior Member

since 2000-06-25

Posts 589
Peterborough, Ontario Canada

1 posted 2006-02-16 01:41 AM

First of all welcome to the Piptalk forums! Secondly, GREAT poem. You have me wondering what it is that you can feel at your fingertips but cannot grasp. It made me keep reading to see if I could find the answer, kind of the way you keep reading a book to find out whodunnit kind of thing. Nicely done. My curiousity is sparked now. Again, welcome to Piptalk Forums. I am sure you will make many friends here.
Sheri Adams

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deadkiss
Junior Member

since 2006-02-11

Posts 31
washington

2 posted 2006-02-16 09:01 PM

this is great it can be so many things. it seems to be left up to the reader to deside what it is that's felt. it could be love, it could be any emotion, or really anything you want.

Kaos
Member

since 2001-08-02

Posts 317
between space and time

3 posted 2006-02-19 05:11 PM

Welcome to PiP loved the poem, i thought the 'grazing the tips of my fingers' was a very cool way to paint the picture, excellent write

Life is a torment and torment an enigma. So burn the shackles of slavery and let love run free
-i wrote it somewhere in time

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