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Array ( [sid] => 109762 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Practical Application of What We Forgot [time] => 2005-11-14 23:41:31 [hometext] => *** My friend Marisa said something rather brave and daring last week. In a subsequent conversation, she went all just-in-case-ish-like. I think... she must have boinked herself on the head with her magic wand one too many times as a kid. (*grins*) *** [bodytext] =>

For better or worse
We become accustomed
To our lives.

Witnesses to our
Own lifelong experiment,
We unconsciously
Go about the business of
Defining our norm,
Our ‘average day’, through
The passing of years.

Until,
Falling to foolishness,
We begin to expect
Nothing more
Than more of the same
And call a day ‘good’
Merely for lack of change.

By then,
We have long since
Set down the magic sword,
Said goodbye to the invisible friend,
Escaped from the secret kingdom
And been told
That only birds can fly.

We…have, then, begun to end.

But, sometimes
Someone somewhere,
Somehow
Manages, in some way,
To pause for a moment
And consider
What it would be
To refuse
Another average day.

And if
Some small part of them
Still believes
That life is nothing more
Than what we dream
It to be
Maybe, just maybe,
Fate will intervene.

Life, perhaps,
Will be somehow
Transformed, changed -
Whether quickly or slowly
Dramatically or quietly,
Some certain something
Will be
Irreversibly altered.

And someone… can begin, again.


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The Practical Application of What We Forgot

Contributed by Silent-No-More on Monday, 14th November 2005 @ 11:41:31 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems





For better or worse
We become accustomed
To our lives.

Witnesses to our
Own lifelong experiment,
We unconsciously
Go about the business of
Defining our norm,
Our ‘average day’, through
The passing of years.

Until,
Falling to foolishness,
We begin to expect
Nothing more
Than more of the same
And call a day ‘good’
Merely for lack of change.

By then,
We have long since
Set down the magic sword,
Said goodbye to the invisible friend,
Escaped from the secret kingdom
And been told
That only birds can fly.

We…have, then, begun to end.

But, sometimes
Someone somewhere,
Somehow
Manages, in some way,
To pause for a moment
And consider
What it would be
To refuse
Another average day.

And if
Some small part of them
Still believes
That life is nothing more
Than what we dream
It to be
Maybe, just maybe,
Fate will intervene.

Life, perhaps,
Will be somehow
Transformed, changed -
Whether quickly or slowly
Dramatically or quietly,
Some certain something
Will be
Irreversibly altered.

And someone… can begin, again.






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Re: The Practical Application of What We Forgot (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 15th November 2005 @ 09:33:34 AM AEST
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sigh....The first part of this piece is so sadly true, I feel it hit a spot way deep down somewhere...somewhere sad.
However the rest of the piece so represents hope, it tears me in two between wondering if things like that really happen.....and wishing with all my heart that they do!
Overall, this is a bit diffrent from your usual formats. Despite the way it makes me feel I find the effect rather refreshing! Perhaps it's just less obscure, yet no less deep. Impressive!!!


Re: The Practical Application of What We Forgot (User Rating: 1 )
by lostinmyself on Tuesday, 15th November 2005 @ 06:30:06 PM AEST
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And been told
That only birds can fly.


I think, out of the whole poem that is the part that affected me the most. Not that the rst didn't affect me, it's just something about those lines that make the poem very real for me.

I love this, Snemmy, and I can't quite write down why, I have a feeling you will know, though.

A fantastic write, sweetie, it's a shame it seems so very sad...

*hugs*
Phil xxx


Re: The Practical Application of What We Forgot (User Rating: 1 )
by Butterflygirl40 on Wednesday, 16th November 2005 @ 12:54:23 AM AEST
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very sad ... interesting poem...


Re: The Practical Application of What We Forgot (User Rating: 1 )
by Eve on Thursday, 17th November 2005 @ 07:09:40 PM AEST
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Hmn. Seems like people just forget to think, and wonder, and dream. This is a neat - as well as a (sadly) valid - concept... written very well. Flows, but shocks, also.
Thanks for sharing.

-Eve.


Re: The Practical Application of What We Forgot (User Rating: 1 )
by Butterflygirl40 on Tuesday, 22nd November 2005 @ 09:59:51 PM AEST
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sad poem ... very interesting

I liked it.. thanks for sharing it.. of course all

of your poems are so awsome!


Re: The Practical Application of What We Forgot (User Rating: 1 )
by crow6279 on Saturday, 31st December 2005 @ 02:55:37 AM AEST
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a very nice write...and i enjoyed reading it alound


Re: The Practical Application of What We Forgot (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 12th February 2006 @ 12:31:37 PM AEST
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I know it's never going to be an average day when I visit Snemmer's Page. :-)

I loved this. Really....a truthful step back, look at life, and the hope that it really does, one day, become better. Hope is a nice thing.

Thank you for sharing this.

Take care,

Tim
:-)


Re: The Practical Application of What We Forgot (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 12th February 2006 @ 12:32:57 PM AEST
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P.S. Meant to say, awesome title.


Re: The Practical Application of What We Forgot (User Rating: 1 )
by Spike on Tuesday, 27th June 2006 @ 07:24:52 AM AEST
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Yep, definitely in synch with this one - although the change we often crave in our sometimes mundane, routine lives can be for the worse as well as the better. The cosmic dice can roll snake eyes as easily as sevens.

Still, it reminds you just how tenuous and beautiful and horrible and short it can be, and that you should never, ever fully grow up!

Spike (still playing with toys, still dreaming)




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