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Friday, 27 July 2012

In the mix of entanglement





Standing at the cross roads 
With arrows, pointing on all directions


I was born and laid an egg from the womb 
Push me close away too far away, push me away 


Love me hate me on passion rage union
Love me for I was rightfully right, wrong, right

Choke me on allowed breath 
Allow me inversion of my private space

Brave panic with confidence wobble 
Embrace let go and hold loose tight


Entangled ropes straight sanity of discourse 
We hold to pull opposing knots tied  

Oh how did we get near this far 
Find me where salt water and fresh do mix 


And I would have roses to give to love 
Who came from the south going to the south 


As we love and quarrel and burn bridges 
To entangle and be torn, only to miss with heart's lonesomeness  
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7 comments:

  1. Love the word play...You are always an inspiration to my own work...Thank you
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  2. Love the word play...You are always an inspiration to my own work...Thank you
    www.poemadaypoet.blogspot.com

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  3. contradictory words, your poem nonetheless perfectly illustrates the concept of 'standing at the crossroads'.

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  4. Nice. I love the way the words show lack of firm choice. So much like our life at times.

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  5. "Oh how did we get near this far
    Find me where salt water and fresh do mix"

    Lost and found entangled and found again....the turnings of words, sounds, and progression in this poem leads neatly to your lonely and missed entanglement. Fine writing. I would love to hear you read this.

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  6. It makes the game of love sound like an interesting game of give and take, which it actually is and one which we almost have no choice but to participate in and which confuses us all. A great play on words to where it is an art form.

    Thanks for sharing such a lovely poem with us for this weeks Theme Thursday.

    God bless.

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