Poem by: dibbledabble
shame, failure, incomplete, warning, untruth
Submitted: November 14, 2012
Here I lay on the cutting room floor.
Edited as a warning to others
Spliced with humanity discarded
What remains to be seen
Is a horror story
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I want to write something to you, but not sure what I should type... what I'm thinking is that everything can change if you see it from a different angle... everything is always in a state of being edited - that's the only way to get it better...
So true Shannan. This little poem is just one perspective. Tomorrow is another day and a new film will be made.
This (snippit) is unusual for you but sometimes few words can intrigue the reader. Some say a poet should use as few words as possible to convey thier message, your message couldn't be clearer!
I like it.
Thanks Joe, one of those poems that just appeared as a whole. I began to expand on it, but doing that just diluted its power. So it was left as it was. from thought to page unedited
A powerful poem!
Thanks Mike. Just something lurking within
I agree with Attanasio, snippets such as this stimulate though and are akin to showing someone a view whilst its dark - the reader must add the light and as the shadows lift clarify what it is they are meant to see.
My take would be that it is the personification of the day itself. It lay on the floor (of the earth with night coming), blood having been spilt day as usual. The following day will see the horror story of the news bulletin of all the previous days events. The reference to editing is that of medias twist on events as the day progressed, taking all the good out of it, leaving nothing but a dark story tell over the viewers bowl of cereal.
your understanding certainly fits. Though this is more of a personal piece, it is about society lead by the media taking the worst and omitting all else. We live in a sad time when we delight in the worst and allow the media to exagerate it for our amusement. Real life is not as simple as it is painted and I am depressed at how we are encouraged to see everything in black and white in the name of advertising revenue. Your understanding is correct, but take a magnifying glass and you will see in the malignant soup of society there are real people being destroyed for capital gain.
Thank you for your considerations, who would think such short poem would give way to such wordy an exchange.
Wow I like this. Short sharp and to the point, intriguing even.
Always a pleasure to hear from you Joanne and one day I may even satify your intrigue, though I am not ready for that leap of faith yet. Dibs
Darn, if only I hadn't read your overview in response to CRoberts, I really wanted to figure this one out on my own. Oh well next time.
Indeed. I am sorry I let the cat out the bag. As you say next time.
Thanks for the read
Good write Dib's. That's how I like 'em.
Thanks, your comments make a good start to my day. Glad you liked it :)
Just my kind of poem dibs
polarised and smashed into the square hole is the perspective of many.
Those that wield the axe will always cut a human being into a character and seek the spectacle over the truth.. and what concerns me more, is how few protest fictions grip on reality.
truely good stuff
Thanks Luke, your observations are spot on. It is truly depressing how we are so easily manipulated by hidden face and hidden agenders
sometimes what is left is right - alvin
Perhaps sometimes, but in the main it's shades of grey presented as black and white.
Thanks for the read
and today I see you as more of a family drama with a little comedy and action thrown in. See this was written a while ago, and get the feeling things are better for you now..... hopefully so.
More settled, I would say, which is good. I still have a long way to climb before I concour my mountain, but for now I am resting on a small but comfortable platau
Watch this space for as my mood changes so do the words.
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