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The Spanish Condition
My vision was so untrue.
I’ve realized today again how fickle life can be. How the way you walk changes when the ideal of life is shattered. What is the ideal? My ideal has altered so rapidly with my walk that I know I’m not ready for the awkward steps that are sure to follow. How can you be ready for that change in stance? It becomes so solid that I may never again soak myself in something so real, so faint and so subtle. My window is a beautiful, fractal piece of art, and I will hide it forever under a sheet of false hope and pretense so shy.
An anchor was dropped with a kiss.
I’ve realized today again how fickle life can be. How the way you walk changes when the ideal of life is shattered. What is the ideal? My ideal has altered so rapidly with my walk that I know I’m not ready for the awkward steps that are sure to follow. How can you be ready for that change in stance? It becomes so solid that I may never again soak myself in something so real, so faint and so subtle. My window is a beautiful, fractal piece of art, and I will hide it forever under a sheet of false hope and pretense so shy.
An anchor was dropped with a kiss.
Published 25th Mar 2010
| Edited 3rd Nov 2011
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25th Mar 2010 9:30am
Anonymous
25th Mar 2010 10:15am
Poetic in its delivery and intent..
Steven
Steven
25th Mar 2010 1:02pm
your last lines are refreshingly original - in both of your poems i've read so far.
and also the titles. great job (again, one thing could be changed)
and also the titles. great job (again, one thing could be changed)
