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Alienation |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa 
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ALIENATION 1994 The thick carpet of their silence grew between them And grew And grew And grew so tall that it enveloped them. Their glassy eyes could just make out the vague shape that was the other, disappearing into a sea of beige. They felt the tentacles of woollen pile reaching for their throats and slowly, oh so slowly, the carpet of their silence constricted them until their thrashing arms dropped to their inert sides and they were as dead as their malunion. - Owl |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
how well expressed!! been there, done it...made it through  |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
This is very sad. JL |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
A very painful poem Diana, but so well written. It clung to my throat. |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
passing shadows, I'm sorry you've been there and done that, but warmly happy that you made it through. Thank you for your kind words. JL, yes it is. I believe it could have been different, but it just simply wasn't. Thank you Kate. Yes, it is a pity that this (and Goodbye) were written to the same man as My All was written. A case of the disintegration of a relationship. On second thoughts, it is probably more accurate to say that My All was an illusion - or close to one. What was particularly painful was that it took some years to fall apart. But I am much tougher and more resilient than I look or sound. - Owl |
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