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Thursday, 3 June 2010

A Strangers Reflection


I awoke to a strangers reflection..
Hard to define from nearing distance..
With orchards vibrancy no longer..
Gracing golden palaces..

In the small hours of day..
Where once bull's veins..
Possessed my encasement..
Jumping, hanging , from tree..
To tree on tree tops..

Effort now needed for effortless engagement..
To blow wind on wishful dandelions..
A wish for dependences care..
Third legs grown from woods attached to walk with..

Windows to souls, shutting its blinks at night..
Sunk deep into the bosom of beds comfort..
To be slowly exhumed out from   ..
False last rest places in daylight 
With fear, the heart missing a beat..

Celebrated dance floors now carries a price..
Dearer than first engaged upon..
In arching joints of miseries feeling..
Gushing out eruptions of pains endeavour..

I awoke to a strangers reflection..
Hard to make out from a nearing distance..
With a limp in his steps and wrinkle on his face..
But the eyes always looked familiar..

When I turned to walk, I realised ..
It was all a dream, in distance time of future's day..
Today I will go for a run, a dance, climb trees..
Make good use of these here legs..
Before I awake to a strangers reflection..
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11 comments:

  1. 知識可以傳授,智慧卻不行。每個人必須成為他自己。 ..................................................

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  2. nice! a lot of deep thought goes into this.. mines here- http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/01/23/painted-hallways/

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  3. I like your choice of words and imagery here. The last verse worked well to explain whose reflection it was.

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  4. I really like your poem. I think I awake to a strangers reflection each day. Where did those wrinkles come from anyway? hee, hee.

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  5. smart words..
    your work inspires.

    welcome in.
    A++

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  6. Interesting dream, I love how dreams weave both known and not known aspects through their pages... can be disconcerting though. Loved this line especially in your poem:

    Effort now needed for effortless engagement..

    and of course, the final stanza, with its return to waking life and renewed vigour.

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  7. Your choice of nature images enhances your poem.

    My potluck: http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com/2010/12/20/sacrament/

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  8. Beautiful poem..but not so beautiful vision of future you have portrayed..
    Each of us knows that there is such a stranger waiting for turn,but then we try to forget thinking it distant..

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  9. Sorry I never meant any offense for the poem..
    I meant that vision of the oldage ( becoming a stranger to ourself) is really fearful.
    Actually I meant that as appreciation,for taking the courage to think about that and write it in such a way that the reader really get to think about that..great poem..
    thanks for visiting and leaving comments.

    Wish you a very Happy Christmas.

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  10. Wonderful inducement for seizing the moment.

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  11. Wow...wonderful creation... :)
    This one's my entry at poetry potluck...do check it when you really have time..it's quite long :D

    http://myriad-sumit.blogspot.com/2010/12/at-bakery.html

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