Wednesday, December 5, 2012

When Illusions Fail




This week's word is Crush.  I am sorry to say that I had to use the past tense.  I have been in a poetry mood lately.  If I could play guitar I'd probably be sitting in a coffeehouse wearing a jaunty black beret.  I am sure that this is all very temporary, but we have to let these things work their course.   





What I Once was, 

mashed between the

Who I am Nows,but

Crushed underneath

What I Might become.

Particles of my being

Good,wicked, silly

Ugly, sad and beautiful

Pulverized into dust,

Strewn about,

Carried off by the wind.

14 comments:

  1. Really strong and interesting. I love how you used crush as a metaphor. I would love to see this as a long poem.

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  2. Thank you. I am not sure that I have a longer version in me, but I will try.

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  3. So far from what I've seen I love your poetry, very touching but a little sad. Are you okay?

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  4. When you use it well, you are forgiven! Love the plural Who I am Nows.

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  5. I have felt this way during the Holidays, too many obligations and not enough time. Now it's the girl's turn and I try to help them with their expectations.

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    1. There are certainly lots of things pushing and pulling us right now!

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  6. Beautiful emotions in this post.

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  7. Nice image of the inner self being pulverized to dust and carried off in the wind.

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  8. A lovely poem, bent rules or not (:

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