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(inspired by the fibonocci sequence thread)
the
road
it goes-
stops at the
wrong place and i seem
to have found the right solace in that.
and if only there was luck to have held the death-defying stone
that shattered all cracked windows that creaked just one breath short of death. not here, not yet. not quite right, still.
and as if to lay with minerals on aged pavement with all the
right gaps in all the wrong places, i
have fallen off the edge
of a flat
longed for
world
again.
the
road
it goes-
stops at the
wrong place and i seem
to have found the right solace in that.
and if only there was luck to have held the death-defying stone
that shattered all cracked windows that creaked just one breath short of death. not here, not yet. not quite right, still.
and as if to lay with minerals on aged pavement with all the
right gaps in all the wrong places, i
have fallen off the edge
of a flat
longed for
world
again.
Published 19th Nov 2012
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19th Nov 2012 8:22pm
it's beautifully structured Kameron!
you never cease to amaze me with your poetic skills!
you never cease to amaze me with your poetic skills!
20th Nov 2012 7:36am
and as if to lay with minerals on aged pavement with all the
right gaps in all the wrong places, i
have fallen off the edge
of a flat
longed for
world
again.
I don't know how you always pull off that sad and contemplative beauty.
It rends in the best way.
Reading your poetry as the day takes its last quiet breaths works so well.
Well done.
Again :)
right gaps in all the wrong places, i
have fallen off the edge
of a flat
longed for
world
again.
I don't know how you always pull off that sad and contemplative beauty.
It rends in the best way.
Reading your poetry as the day takes its last quiet breaths works so well.
Well done.
Again :)
20th Nov 2012 2:00pm
Kameron
before I comment on this loved content of this write , you sure made me go through fibonacci sequence def. & the recurrence relation how they occur. I would say, the more creatively constrained rigour we set up, that much exponential times the poetry's standard sure rockets, the vigour/ content though is purely another dimension.I am sweetly reminded of one of fav Georges Perec n oulipo techniques a bit here.
the content,you have struck gold as per me! the one I would cherish long & envy your expression!
wrong place-right solace-luck-deathdefying stone(wow for this!)-fallen off the edge-longed for world again!! how true to the erroneous nature n lumpsome desires we hold in chunks..in awe!!
n the centric long liner....how big starry non-stop luck wished..just perfect.
thank u lot fr such enthralling pieces:)
Uma.
