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Array ( [sid] => 171290 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Rushing Reality [time] => 2012-03-13 07:39:23 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Listen carefully now,
the running sounds different
compared to
a time where life
seemed like an eternity
of dormant possibilities,
where lucid fantasies
were a prelude to
unbridled things to come.
Those young, unfettered footsteps,
like the sounds of
skipping stones and dancing raindrops
delicately forming
overlapping ripples in limpid pools
like flared can-can skirts,
swirling and twirling spontaneously to
the scintillating symphony of splashing.
Oh, can't you hear
those same footsteps today?
They are harried and disgruntled,
like the buzzing crowd of flustered commuters
congested in a claustrophobic station.
Plod Plod Plod,
the footsteps are imploring parched pavements,
like knocking on unresponsive doors,
more agitatedly,
like catching the last train,
like rushing to batten the hatches,
feverishly preparing for a typhoon.
If you can hear it,
can you please tell me
if these footsteps
are chasing
or being chased?
They are frenetic [comments] => 3 [counter] => 159 [topic] => 43 [informant] => CARAAAAA [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )

Rushing Reality

Contributed by CARAAAAA on Tuesday, 13th March 2012 @ 07:39:23 AM in AEST
Topic: oops

Listen carefully now,
the running sounds different
compared to
a time where life
seemed like an eternity
of dormant possibilities,
where lucid fantasies
were a prelude to
unbridled things to come.
Those young, unfettered footsteps,
like the sounds of
skipping stones and dancing raindrops
delicately forming
overlapping ripples in limpid pools
like flared can-can skirts,
swirling and twirling spontaneously to
the scintillating symphony of splashing.
Oh, can't you hear
those same footsteps today?
They are harried and disgruntled,
like the buzzing crowd of flustered commuters
congested in a claustrophobic station.
Plod Plod Plod,
the footsteps are imploring parched pavements,
like knocking on unresponsive doors,
more agitatedly,
like catching the last train,
like rushing to batten the hatches,
feverishly preparing for a typhoon.
If you can hear it,
can you please tell me
if these footsteps
are chasing
or being chased?
They are frenetic

Copyright © CARAAAAA ... [ 2012-03-13 07:39:23]
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Re: Rushing Reality (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 13th March 2012 @ 09:31:41 AM AEST
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Listening, listening, listening... I think they're being chased. I am not sure why I think that. It's just a feeling. Like a feeling of pandemonium panic prevailing over sensible sensations seeming senseless.

Thank you for a very chaotic enjoyable read.

Tim

Re: Rushing Reality (User Rating: 1 )
by northernlights on Saturday, 17th March 2012 @ 01:09:22 AM AEST
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yearning for the feeling of endless days of hope and possibility that was childhood and now the heavy plod plod plod of the reality of the adult world where repetitive disillusionment sets in, great piece of writing.

Re: Rushing Reality (User Rating: 1 )
by JimKoz on Saturday, 14th December 2013 @ 02:11:23 AM AEST
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The society is a crazed breed.

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