Sarah
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~Everything happens for a reason~[ss:Autumn]
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Post by Sarah on Sept 13, 2009 21:58:23 GMT -5
Against the cry of the crickets song A metronome taps out life giving rhythm Calculated substance, connected Racing down interconnected pathways Holding the essence to this earth Thwarting inexperienced invader That could now kill with a touch One hurdle cleared, new pitfall devouring All that was, that is Time, cruel keeper of days Passing with the drip of bagged existence So many feelings taken for granted, The brush of a flower against Sun kissed skin, that first crisp drop of rain Now only remind me of my plastic anchor Binding me to painful reality The hum of life saving technology Deafening roar to my ears Cranking and turning, timing and monitoring Precise, never changing, lest an alarm sounds Liquid life level seemingly never lowering Almost as if it mocks time itself What was once my sanctuary, now my prison Haunted by the sustaining melody That has now become my theme song Never wavering, never ceasing, Medicinal metronome
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Post by Artemis on Sept 14, 2009 2:32:53 GMT -5
Gosh Sarah you have such a way of getting inside your readers' souls. This was so dreadfully sad. I know you can be strong honey. Your writing so often speaks volumes of your sadness, yet this beautiful girl deserves so smuch more, hugs sweetheart. I've been where you are and it gets better, from someone who has been there, just grap my hand as you are about to fall, let me catch you and be here for you ok? Love you, Kerry XXX
This poem was written whilst feeling deep pain, it is beautiful in its sadness, I say that because you have reached depths that only someone in deep pain could achieve. huggies, K xx
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Post by Jamie~poetshare.forumotion.com on Sept 25, 2009 11:49:08 GMT -5
The overwhelming nature of cycles plays out over and over again in this piece:
Kerry's right: extremely sad and painful--an alternate title could've well been "Trapped" *exalt* outstanding write, once again, Sarah.
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Post by Harklight on Sept 29, 2009 23:38:41 GMT -5
Ooh, Sarah, you even caught the metronome sound in this aching piece - or it was in my head. Cruelly, that "bagged existence" has a place, doing its thing until pharmaceuticals catch up and treatment comes in a pill. Hang in there. It's a trap for the body but while the mind runs free: create, and then, create some more. Bravo! H x
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