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Array ( [sid] => 178787 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Exploring the Now [time] => 2014-07-13 10:13:13 [hometext] => I'm freeing myself of the shackles of opinion (said shackles composed of ego). Such frail creatures we are, I suppose. [bodytext] =>

What Plath to tread-
this night and all the subjects of
this world-
a touch and tap away from (and for) me-
I see now years behind
(and oh, how),
firm please...no tears now-
the tug and pull of myself-
the wounds- ripping tears
and dripping tears glaring,
evident in these (I pray) middle years;
easy now, this hard look found without seeking,
(finally) finding,
discovering at last this ceaseless grinding of me into me;
I've become a plough in function devouring itself.
Forged in mistakes, annealed and baked creating
(I the creator)
this creature I see- Me.
And where now to go?
Rolling this expensive knowledge 'round about,
this gem newly picked up and polished?
How to furrow true, straight and right-
endlessly, day in day out...no letting up,
night no excuse
just because the sun has slipped-
not reason enough anymore, in darkness
my actions now no less lit-
to me at least.
We are born alone-
from womb sprung in blood and fear,
(or so I hear from those who've gone through it),
and, (so it's said) the same that we part alone,
though I confess I'm happy to wait,
leaving picked not that particular bone.
But the years in between that first heard scream
and dying sigh....
these are the times I look squarely to
and answer for-
these unwritten unspoken (neglected) years of learning
there is much before and even more after-
the importance of tears and smiles and laughter-
this is the Now I wish to explore.
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Exploring the Now

Contributed by invierno on Sunday, 13th July 2014 @ 10:13:13 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

What Plath to tread-
this night and all the subjects of
this world-
a touch and tap away from (and for) me-
I see now years behind
(and oh, how),
firm please...no tears now-
the tug and pull of myself-
the wounds- ripping tears
and dripping tears glaring,
evident in these (I pray) middle years;
easy now, this hard look found without seeking,
(finally) finding,
discovering at last this ceaseless grinding of me into me;
I've become a plough in function devouring itself.
Forged in mistakes, annealed and baked creating
(I the creator)
this creature I see- Me.
And where now to go?
Rolling this expensive knowledge 'round about,
this gem newly picked up and polished?
How to furrow true, straight and right-
endlessly, day in day out...no letting up,
night no excuse
just because the sun has slipped-
not reason enough anymore, in darkness
my actions now no less lit-
to me at least.
We are born alone-
from womb sprung in blood and fear,
(or so I hear from those who've gone through it),
and, (so it's said) the same that we part alone,
though I confess I'm happy to wait,
leaving picked not that particular bone.
But the years in between that first heard scream
and dying sigh....
these are the times I look squarely to
and answer for-
these unwritten unspoken (neglected) years of learning
there is much before and even more after-
the importance of tears and smiles and laughter-
this is the Now I wish to explore.

Copyright © invierno ... [ 2014-07-13 10:13:13]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Exploring the Now (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 13th July 2014 @ 11:28:49 PM AEST
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Just go with the flow...go with the flow.

Footnote: Mammals are not born alone. So, yeah, I disagree but hey, maybe I missed the hidden meaning there.

Oh, and speaking of , I like the way this flowed out.

Thanks,

Tim

Re: Exploring the Now (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Monday, 14th July 2014 @ 02:31:52 PM AEST
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whatever you are feeding your muse keep it on the
grocery list, this is brilliant, so beautifully penned,

hugs n' love nessa

Re: Exploring the Now (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 15th July 2014 @ 03:44:24 PM AEST
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You go for it; just go for it! I feel the you you are, or wanting to let out. And you have done it in such fine style. Bravo!!!

Re: Exploring the Now (User Rating: 1 )
by deadreckoning1983 on Saturday, 25th October 2014 @ 05:23:02 AM AEST
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these unwritten unspoken (neglected) years of learning

how true this is. all the wasted time spent, not growing striving, achieving. I do not want to live with regrets. I certainly dont want to take any to the grave.

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