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Being placid is a simple design that keeps breaking

Poetry By: air

this poem that had started to write itself through images and this weeks events turned into a huge appreciation for the writers and best friends I first met here, in 2008. They have grown in my heart and I hope to forever be a part of theirs.
Through your writing I have captured thoughts and ideas of creativity that has jump started my days and my mind a trillion times over. But I think it is your friendship I cherish most! Thank-you!

Submitted:Jun 3, 2011    Reads: 63    Comments: 22    Likes: 5   

Images not soft and supple
But hardened to the core
Pull sideways on the brain.
It is a format waiting
To break I guess…
Discomfort underneath these color-form clothes.
You wrestle too much
Semi drown in thick stagnant air,
There must be a better place to breathe..
If wishes would stay still….
Like a wild cat the air tussles, cuts, and simmers
With a howl.
Dreams are being born in it.
Being placid is a simple design
That keeps breaking.
What images have you now
You and the writer conjured scores
Of intimate thought between you;
Symbolic visual imagery upon lines,
Giving rise to core Ideas!
My thoughts break and shake
Some hardened to the core
Pulling sideways on my mind
And you keep me gathering
For the sake of my soul; my person
That lies underneath it all
The ghost of ghosts, and
My urge to delve significantly!


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