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things I avoid
I am a product of my time and place
and I avoid that which isn't mine;
the saccharine, maudlin, inner weeping
and wailing, soul-searching, self-pity
tearing of clothes, and angst negativity.
I would take these things and bake them hard
in a cake of concrete: a lifesaver
ring tossed from the bridge to those drowning
and after a hundred years, when the river
has dried parched and the cement crumbled to
nothing, I will have been gone a long time.
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this one was definitely two minutes, it's like a pop-gun of thought.
but is it true? don't ask me, I'm barely a poet, not a psychologist!
yet each moment of life is a completed work, there are no second drafts. ;o)
4 Comments:
guess you'll find me at the bottom of the river than ;-)
That's one cake that's not tempting.
Every draft lives it's own life. Something is lost in each revision- so it's all valid work, right?
you naughty boy...a concrete lifesaver?? Perhaps just to be over and done with it..Is in a sense saving sonmething..I bet as they were pulled down..they would stop all their whining...and kick hard for the surface..
the grain that's been ground will germinate no more - but you can bake a cake with it.
but can you bake the same cake twice? ;o)
valid, validus, strong! i would wish that. i would wish to see a complexity of expression in poetry. i still need convincing. :o)
do you need saving, bb? i don't think so.
wendy, i just caught you in time. it is all about what we avoid - provocation, controversy. yes, a fight for the surface. ;o)
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