Thursday, 8 April 2010

waves of oceans in my glass

water from the glass seems to swirl
looking up from my work
I find it strange
waves fall over from the edge
I try to identify the source
oceans have entered into my home
why did they deviate
and come into my home
confined themselves into my glass
I saturate my brain by pouring it on my head

my coughing fit makes me forget you
believe me, a heaving chest is the best medicine
to let go of a lost love

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Still having PC woes. Will get back to visiting you all as soon as I can.
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20 comments:

  1. ThomG8 April 2010 at 08:34

    beautiful and heartfelt. Love the end.

    I think using come instead of came would work better.

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  2. Rallentanda8 April 2010 at 10:18

    You're a very practical person
    Triptoes.There is always that surreal edge to your work,a suppressed laugh,which is very unique.Well done.

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  3. anthonynorth8 April 2010 at 10:22

    Great ending to this.

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  4. Tumblewords:8 April 2010 at 11:57

    Inundated with melancholy and resolve! Nice!

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  5. Thomma Lyn8 April 2010 at 12:00

    This is beautiful -- love the imagery and the feel.

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  6. Stan Ski8 April 2010 at 14:45

    Some situations require a distraction - any distraction...

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  7. Dee Martin8 April 2010 at 16:42

    a glass of water over the head would distract me!

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  8. Mahesh Kalaal8 April 2010 at 21:19

    stupendous fabrication ans unique presentation.....

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  9. Lorraine9 April 2010 at 03:56

    that's beautiful, what does it say about me, that I find this sorrow so magnificent

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  10. iamyuva9 April 2010 at 06:36

    heavy heart
    and heavy word
    each time I find
    it weighs on mind
    It’s presses down
    do turn it around

    It’s only just a stage
    gotta give it space
    start an empty page
    get back in the game
    but do it your way
    you don’t have to play so heavy

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  11. Julie Jordan Scott9 April 2010 at 10:21

    Love the energy of these lines, especially...

    >> why did they deviate
    >> and come into my home
    >> confined themselves into my glass

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  12. Denise Moncrief9 April 2010 at 10:36

    I loved the imagery in this

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  13. b9 April 2010 at 14:52

    I could only think of an earthquake! But then a emotional upheaval is a bit like an earthquake isn't it.

    b

    http://torristravels.blogspot.com

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  14. Ann (bunnygirl)9 April 2010 at 19:58

    I like the idea of oceans in the room and in the glass. Emotions can inundate like that.

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  15. Greyscale Territory9 April 2010 at 23:07

    The image of oceans confined to a glass suggests that water (tears) is crammed in there! But coughing breaks the melancholic sailing of those seas! Love that wry humour at the end!

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  16. Amity10 April 2010 at 02:05

    heaving chest will help forget? No...:)


    beautiful poem...:)

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  17. aspiemom10 April 2010 at 17:27

    Thank you for stopping by.

    I enjoyed this poem. How creative to make a poem about water and Sometimes it is hard to forget.

    Well done!

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  18. Jay Thurston11 April 2010 at 10:51

    Nothing quite like water over the head to bring thoughts to sobriety. Nice work!

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  19. one more believer11 April 2010 at 15:47

    i really like the idea of gettin all wet over an aching heart!!!

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  20. cosmicmermaid13 April 2010 at 05:51

    Love the title! Wow. And every line after that ...

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