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Array ( [sid] => 131934 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Moving forward [time] => 2007-02-20 19:18:14 [hometext] => My english class was supposed to write a sestina( the last words of each stanza repeat and ,at the end, 2 words are used in every line) for homework and mine turned out like this: [bodytext] => Every day he wished to move forward,
towards his future advance,
but he could never understand
how, with each try,
he couldn't wait for the next,
and ended up not moving at all.

Sometimes he even gave it his all,
and it seemed like he advanced.
But when he looked forward
and tried to see what was coming next,
he would, once again, try,
thinking he could understand.

But since he really did not understand,
he never realized that he could not advance.
And so, again he would try,
thinking he could move forward.
He looked and saw people behind him. But, all in all,
many were still ahead. Next,

he would ignore those ahead and think: "Next
time i have to try,
I have to give it my all.
Only then can i really advance
and finally understand
why I'm moving forward."

Thus, he always tried to move forward.
Always wanting to understand
why he should try at all.
Always looking for what came next,
he would try and try,
wanting to advance.

So much he wanted to advance,
that he could never understand
why he was moving forward.
He was always planning his big next
move, and he never stopped at all;
he would just try, try, and try.

Forward he thought he advanced.
With all his might he moved forward until there was no "next".
Now he could understand everything. Everything except 'why try'.
[comments] => 2 [counter] => 201 [topic] => 76 [informant] => ijleyton [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => obsession )
Moving forward

Contributed by ijleyton on Tuesday, 20th February 2007 @ 07:18:14 PM in AEST
Topic: obsession



Every day he wished to move forward,
towards his future advance,
but he could never understand
how, with each try,
he couldn't wait for the next,
and ended up not moving at all.

Sometimes he even gave it his all,
and it seemed like he advanced.
But when he looked forward
and tried to see what was coming next,
he would, once again, try,
thinking he could understand.

But since he really did not understand,
he never realized that he could not advance.
And so, again he would try,
thinking he could move forward.
He looked and saw people behind him. But, all in all,
many were still ahead. Next,

he would ignore those ahead and think: "Next
time i have to try,
I have to give it my all.
Only then can i really advance
and finally understand
why I'm moving forward."

Thus, he always tried to move forward.
Always wanting to understand
why he should try at all.
Always looking for what came next,
he would try and try,
wanting to advance.

So much he wanted to advance,
that he could never understand
why he was moving forward.
He was always planning his big next
move, and he never stopped at all;
he would just try, try, and try.

Forward he thought he advanced.
With all his might he moved forward until there was no "next".
Now he could understand everything. Everything except 'why try'.




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Re: Moving forward (User Rating: 1 )
by Malcolmsdreamgirl on Wednesday, 21st February 2007 @ 08:18:13 AM AEST
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I liked this and thought it was cleverly penned I wonder why no one else commented tho .. they surely should have
or maybe you wont move forward and advance or even try? ...........Next .....


Re: Moving forward (User Rating: 1 )
by MickeyPigKnuckles on Wednesday, 21st February 2007 @ 10:51:09 AM AEST
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ijleyton, Let me begin by saying I am glad you are here with us and I welcome you to this wonderful site. I really enjoyed your composure and the format you selected as you have done a wonderful job and I am so impressed with your ability. Now, I want to thank you for sharing such a wonderful poem but more importantly for sharing a little of your creative personality with us all. As I close this comment I have a very small request for you. Will you please keep your pens ink flowing across sheets of paper as we your readers eagerly await your next poetic caper.

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