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In the orange-cast grey buzz kitchen
your light words clink together like glass beads--

the tension of the night is a taught string
through us from soft soil to the stars.

My throat trembles with the weight
of the words, that finally
spill out from my mouth like drops of rain:

"what",
and the words fall
"is the meaning of it all?
the thing that we're all moving towards?"


silence spins as answers are
measured, formed, examined, weighed--
I hardly dare breathe and break the dance.


Finally I chance a look
and that furtive glance reveals
your face wrapped loose
in sleep.

For that moment you are still
immobile as the kitchen clock--
its black hands are your breath.

Suddenly
you
shudder shake
your eyes shoot open
in a shock
I half expect you'll snap
stock straight and
scream free from a nightmare.

Instead you turn, your eyes scream-blue
the words brush sleepy, urgent past your lips:


"I dreamt that I was dreaming,
I mean I dreamt I was asleep.

I dreamt that I was dreaming
and I had to wake up,
                          wake up!
                                 wake up!

I had to wake up.

and so,

            I did."
.
.
.
and I got my answer.


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@ :iconthewrittenrevolution: what do you come away with as the meaning of this poem?
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:iconcoke-blak:
by the way, I like! I almost seem fictionary in the poem :) xxx
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:iconhtblack:
:iconthewrittenrevolution:

I get from it... that there is a lot of people who would live better with an awakening like that. :) It needs bravery, though, a lot of it.
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Sorelliena Dec 22, 2009   Digital Artist
This was really catching :O

I wonder if the answer was satisfactory...
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:iconwrite-it-out:
well it certainly wasn't what I was expecting. But perhaps it was just what I needed to hear...
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:iconsorelliena:
Sorelliena Dec 22, 2009   Digital Artist
I'm glad :)

Language is the music of intelligence. I hope she used it wisely :O
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:iconpanda-vision:
Suddenly
you
shudder shake
your eyes shoot open
in a shock
I half expect you'll snap
stock straight and
scream free from a nightmare.


Epic rhythm!
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:iconessenceofrain:
Haha that totally seems like something Sarah would say...
Congrats on another beautiful piece of work... I loved the scream-blue eyes, it describes her perfectly.
I hate the way you write, just because it makes me so jealoussss ;p
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:iconjerry-blue:
Oh to hell with the writing ^^. English doesn't have any real grammatical structure anyway...

One should look at the spell of the text, not the spelling, and frankly, this one is quite enchanting, very captivating, and there's this feeling of suspense in my opinion that's simply great.
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:iconwrite-it-out:
thank you very much! :aww:
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:icongetyourgrip:
i like that song...
and i like this poem :)

i noticed one grammatic mistake,
that is, you spelled 'breathe'
instead of 'breath'
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