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Monday, October 31

Often


All of a sudden I am not myself any more
Just a shadow of whom I used to be
Though being had little to do with living
Living less to do with the rest of the things
I used to think I was
.
All of a sudden, too often, you
Showed up to send signs
That what I was doing was all wrong
And you that I had a special gift
And then you , who
could not believe that shift in me
  .
And
All of a sudden the scary moments
Sacrified my existence
Turning into a tiny silly clown
At times, too often, aware.

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IMAGE: Fragile, by Metal Edz

18 comments:

Brian Miller said...

i am not sure if this is a good or bad thing...nice dance to your words...esp in that opening stanza...not who i was being had anything to do with living...if it led to you living then it might be all the better...a clown or otherwise...smiles.

Unknown said...

I absolutely adore your words in this... the flow is amazing... yes that 1st stanza is my fav. great writing!!

Tammie Lee said...

I was thinking what Brian wrote, good or not? Change is not always easy and when we can.... well it takes us new places. Lovely and tender piece.

Anthony Duce said...

It is all of a sudden, isn’t it? Being carried along and then… The words flow so well.

S. Susan Deborah said...

Hope you are doing well, Dulcina. It has been long since we interacted. I wonder why some words are italicised. Sometimes that suddenness is scary as it catches us unawares.

Joy always,
Susan

♥●• İzdihër •●♥ said...

Hi ,Sweeter.
This is so good.Love your poetry.
Thanks for your lovely comment.
Follow each other.

Carrie Van Horn said...

Sad but beautifully written as always my dear friend. Love your blogs new look! :-)

ayala said...

Sad but beautiful.

Pat Hatt said...

Well nothing wrong with being a clown, sometimes haha. Beautifully written as said, wonderful verse.

Brian Miller said...

nice to see you at dverse tonight ma'am....smiles.

Scarlet said...

Nice reflective moments ~ happy day ~

Matt D said...

The effect others can have on us can be intense ...

Anonymous said...

Dulce, this is sad but truly beautiful... I connected with this in a very strong way, as though the narrator is hanging on the words of someone special, but then realizes that he/she is wrong or that the whole feeling for that special someone has changed.... and leaving the narrator feeling small or like a clown.... I've been there... quite painfully. Beautiful poem....

Jannie Funster said...

Sound like love making a clown of another heart? All too OFTEN a theme indeed.

And so true how who we used to think we are was not real. Ever expanding and learning our way back to love.

xoxo

Shashidhar Sharma said...

Well I think you have it nailed perfectly.. as you see, the love is something that brings the best what is in us.. and then suddenly you find that, that love is gone.. what made him/her like you, when he/she is gone, does not touch the same way to others who don't see you in the way one's lover do.
When that light of love is gone, everything that we used to do or feel or be.. becomes awkward to begin with and some times it all looks funny in the people's who don't love or care for you... Because lover does not see you to judge you but to live that moment of togetherness...

My thoughts... I liked it very much...
Shashi
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Om Namah Shivaya
http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/11/whispers-fire-faayar-faayaar-dedicated.html
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1ManView said...

Sobering Write.. Lovely Poem ...

aguja said...

A beautiful sadness pervades ... and for a creator the world can be sudden, scary and quick to ridicule, but the core is deeper than the world's probes. Your poem captures the fragility so cleverly in the cadence of your words.

steveroni said...

Thank God I am not who I was in the past! (And just a “shadow of”? That would be nice also—grin!)

I like that sudden revelation (TOO OFTEN?) of 'right' or 'wrong'..maybe. Real change, when it comes about, is always—for me--a slow process.

Dulce, you DO have those “special gifts”, talents. None may take them from you, except YOU!

To behave like a clown, yet aware, is OK I guess. When I was a clown, I didn't realize it until effects of my liquid drug wore off.

(sigh!) You sure DO have a way with words. I take these little poems as snippets of your life—I apologize, if I'm wrong.

Inspirations all, meaningful to all, true or not, right or wrong! Thank you so much.
<3