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So pretty (it becomes nothing)
As if phonetic tricks and a catching turn of phrase
is all you know how to do.

And you’re not wrong, because the mountains
Of words and whispers
You left by your pillow
(“Too pretty,” you convinced yourself, “Not meaningful enough,”
--not worthy of the rest of the world”)
Mean more than the couplets you pretend to be so good at,
Because what you’re best at,
Is saying things like you don’t mean them,
(meaning things that you don’t say.)

Yet—
Every so often, the dam breaks; and
The ever-charming trickle that you act like is your heart and soul
Crashes against the rocks, bursts from the walls you’ve painted the
Prettiest shade of sky, because seeing is believing, and believing
Was always the last thing you wanted someone to do for you

And when that happens, when the blue breaks out of blue
And soaks the barren desert that you pretend is your muse,
When the silt that is your soul sighs as it drinks [you] in,

You are beautiful.

And in those moments,

The words mean more than the silences.
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To the Author, From the Poem

Contributed by EternitysLyre on Thursday, 9th August 2007 @ 08:50:10 PM in AEST
Topic: dedicatedpoems

You try too hard, to make so much something, [everything]
So pretty (it becomes nothing)
As if phonetic tricks and a catching turn of phrase
is all you know how to do.

And you’re not wrong, because the mountains
Of words and whispers
You left by your pillow
(“Too pretty,” you convinced yourself, “Not meaningful enough,”
--not worthy of the rest of the world”)
Mean more than the couplets you pretend to be so good at,
Because what you’re best at,
Is saying things like you don’t mean them,
(meaning things that you don’t say.)

Yet—
Every so often, the dam breaks; and
The ever-charming trickle that you act like is your heart and soul
Crashes against the rocks, bursts from the walls you’ve painted the
Prettiest shade of sky, because seeing is believing, and believing
Was always the last thing you wanted someone to do for you

And when that happens, when the blue breaks out of blue
And soaks the barren desert that you pretend is your muse,
When the silt that is your soul sighs as it drinks [you] in,

You are beautiful.

And in those moments,

The words mean more than the silences.

Copyright Â© EternitysLyre ... [ 2007-08-09 20:50:10]
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Re: To the Author, From the Poem (User Rating: 1 )
by deadheadpoet on Friday, 10th August 2007 @ 02:10:37 AM AEST
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Wow, I've read through this several times....what a profound write. I am in awe of it. You have captured those hidden thoughts those weaknesses of the writer. Then you bring out the very best of that writer at the end...

"And in those moments,

The words mean more than the silences"

A very enjoyable read...thank you for sharing.
Peace,
Laura

Re: To the Author, From the Poem (User Rating: 1 )
by needledancing on Friday, 10th August 2007 @ 02:24:38 AM AEST
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Amazing work. Done with true artistic expression and a total understanding of your inner soul exchange.

Re: To the Author, From the Poem (User Rating: 1 )
by Puppy_dog_eyes on Friday, 10th August 2007 @ 02:26:46 AM AEST
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Well I'm certainly intrigued by the deeper meaning but.........you say you'll "leave it here" so I guess we may never know

Steve

Re: To the Author, From the Poem (User Rating: 1 )
by PhantomVampyress on Friday, 10th August 2007 @ 03:32:06 AM AEST
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a very powerful write.. very intense and very well done.. thanks for sharing.. i love those last 2 lines especially awesome job!!

rock on,

vampyress Jenni

Re: To the Author, From the Poem (User Rating: 1 )
by Wolfareen on Friday, 10th August 2007 @ 03:42:02 AM AEST
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Enjoyed it vair vair much. I like the ring of ambiguity; intriguing. Makes the words wash so much easier through your head and the reacer becomes part of what you are saying. :)

Re: To the Author, From the Poem (User Rating: 1 )
by Dom on Friday, 10th August 2007 @ 11:06:38 PM AEST
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Wow! Stunning write!
You confidently explore profound depths of human nature, and express yourself with a charming fluidity of thought.
This is beautiful both on the page and aloud and I very much enjoyed reading it and drawing my own ideas about it.

Truly inspiring and very well written!

Dom

Re: To the Author, From the Poem (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 12th September 2007 @ 06:30:24 AM AEST
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I gotta say one of the reasons I like this is simply its uniqueness, its perspective, its style.....OK so that's more than one!
And that line..."when the blue comes out of the blue"................sigh

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