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Thursday, October 29

Where It Gets



This fake self love

In dry tears

Echoes of what remains

Just the never ending fears

If somehow I could get near

To my drowning waves

With this second beer

As the moon changes to pink

I long for a desert of charades

About to sink

In a time

When I ached

For my lack of restraint

Creeping in search

Of a strength

In no one’s domain, how vain

Harassing my own mirage

No irruption or holiness

Instead a lack

Of self control

Becoming stronger

In my wish

To be here

A bit longer

I miss most of the upshot

Itinerant abyss

Jealous acceptance

Frivolous fullness

Random advance

Satirical existence.

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© Dulce

20 comments:

Brian Miller said...

love the flow of these words...like a rushing river to the end...whew!

DreamDancer said...

Words that remind me of my youngest daughter...

steveroni said...

Sweet Dulce, I cannot analyze
your work, can only "feel" it
and that is so much better.

And do you know--believe this--I understand what you wrote. Getting better at that.

I know that when I lose self control, when I want to "stay in the day (before)", I CAN do that. But then I miss out totally on tomorrow's magical answers to today's questions. Tomorrow's solutions to today's problems.

I must say here that I liked yesterday's "JUST BECAUSE" Soooo much better!
Why? Just because--grin!
Well, because it is MINE!
Thank you again, for that beautiful set of thoughts in poetic form.

LOVE and PEACE!

Ekanthapadhikan said...

And this reminds me of the great English poet, William Wordsworth's line - "Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquillity."

Anonymous said...

What a read...soothing for my flight tonight :)

Shadow said...

aaaah, emotions i have felt before...

Anonymous said...

You have identified and described so big a piece of my past, with fake self love. Thanks.

Calli said...

We have all felt this way, I believe...

Love your flow and your honesty in words...

~Calli xx

Anonymous said...

wow such true emotions, Are you inside my head this dull cold morning.. you wonderful poet YOU.. SMILES

Jessie said...

my own words are lost in academia ... i'm glad yours are here to rescue me.

beautiful,

Liam said...

amazing! who would have thought that the line " second beer" would go with the rest of the words. But it does.

Nessa said...

It was so interesting to see the would beer in there like a great big splash of the mundane.


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LarryG said...

a get a sense of overwhelming sensations when I read this, not to collect or organize the thoughts, but to enjoy the experience - sweet to share,
and sweet to sing...
thank you Dulce a lovely offering to life's energies!

Margie said...

WOW!
What a wonderful poetess you are my friend!
Love this!

Oh, thank you for the comment today!
I loved it!
Your visits always put a smile on my face!
You are AWESOME!

Margie
xxxxxxx

Superfluous Brunette said...

Hello Dulce, just started following your blog. Beautiful, flowing poetry that melts into my heart. I hear you and feel all the feelings.

Thank you for sharing!

Kim,

Dr.John said...

I lack the ability to discern the meaning of this poem. It flows but I'm not sure where. It has lots of emotion but I'm not sure why. I think it's the Cousin Jack side of me which is just so darn slow to get things.

Sylvia said...

Bitterness. Disillusion. A very deep statement. Don't come down of the heels! Hehe - leave that to good old Sylvia. You're a goddess.

Tom Bailey said...

Sometimes letting out the negativity like this leaves a space for yourself that can be filling with something more positive. What is possible can occur from what is negative and move your life forward in a way that moves touches and inspires you. That is what came out of reading that for you.

Zee said...

I've been through such feelings once...keep it up my dear! your words are lovely

island of peace said...

its a beautiful soul searching..

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