A Cathartic Poem
By Scorpio88
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There’s a trigger I have,
(we all have),
a gentle squeeze,
that’s all it needs, which means
it would be an easy thing,
to step off this treadmill,
easy-peasey-japanesey.
Yet I insist on persisting,
even when my words
are falling like leaves
in a storm.
Even when a wedding,
shredded by shrapnel is just
collateral damage.
Even when the monkey chants
still echo in the stadiums
of our dreams.
Only thing is, the safety’s on,
too much left to love,
too much left to lose.
At least for now.
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Very powerful descriptions,
Very powerful descriptions, teetering on a precipice of choice.. .but I have to say, I am glad the safety was on and there was more life to live and to love....
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Some very original images
Some very original images like, "words falling like leaves in a storm", blown into confusion and into nothing, dust in the wind, and "a wedding shredded like shrapnel" totally destroyed. One could maybe think of confetti?
A very good poem but very, extremely unpleasant. Truth? I can think that one could go as far and can feel like this. As for me, I like living.
Tom Brown
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Scorpio, I tried to email you
Scorpio, I tried to email you just now regarding your blogpost but your email isn't working. Could you please email me? claudine@abctales.com. Thanks
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