To orchestrate
harmony of the whole
banish dysphoric memories
Salvage unraveled bits,
extinguish sulphur stench
of failed flames
The show is underway:
banish past to backstage,
future is in the audience.
(Image my own)
To orchestrate
harmony of the whole
banish dysphoric memories
Salvage unraveled bits,
extinguish sulphur stench
of failed flames
The show is underway:
banish past to backstage,
future is in the audience.
(Image my own)
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Wonderful metaphors for the various stages of handling life. Good one, VJ!
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Thanks Susi!
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You’re welcome, dear VJ!
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Yes, the show must go on! We just have to listen for the right cue!
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As all good performers do. Thanks Eugi.
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Beautiful poem!
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Thanks Jane!
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Welcome Vj
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Beautiful! To find joy, banish bad memories.
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Thanks Sadje – an ongoing project, lol..
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You’re welcome! Yes it has to be till we live.
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I like it very much, enjoy your day.
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Thank you! You too.
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The onomatopoeia adds a little power to the voice in this poem.
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Thanks Heather!
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You’re welcome!
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Your poem immediately brought to mind the image of Edward Hopper’s last painting.
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Interesting. It evolved from a dream, which is very much the place of collective consciousness. Maybe I caught the same stream.
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That is interesting! The Hopper painting has a very dreamlike quality to it.
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