Re: Flapping Flipping In Viscious Circles. -- Unicorn

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Date Posted: 07:44:58 03/30/04 Tue
Author: Raphaela
Author Host/IP: NoHost / 80.43.176.13
Subject: Re: Flapping Flipping In Viscious Circles.
In reply to: Pegasus 's message, "Flapping Flipping In Viscious Circles." on 11:52:30 03/29/04 Mon

Good to see you back Pegasus.

I like the extended metaphor in this poem and particularly liked the depth in the 3rd stanza

'flying through hazy clouds of biting vapor acid,
that peel off my skin,
layer after layer,
until my bones are bare and bleached
leaving nothing particular to look at,
just a vague dim skeleton;
One that easily could be disposed of
to the dogs'

Haunting imagery which invites the reader to re-read.

Would love to hear how things are with you now if you care to email me.

Raphaela

>I'm soaring,
>high above,
>but it's in no way the place
>I want to be.
>
>Hindered
>by crystal mirrors,
>smudged,
>from bumping into my own images,
>marking the numerous times,
>I met with
>or tried to get past
>myself...
>
>I'm soaring,
>high above,
>but it's definately not
>the place I want to be,
>flying through hazy clouds of biting vapor acid,
>that peel off my skin,
>layer after layer,
>until my bones are bare and bleached
>leaving nothing particular to look at,
>just a vague dim skeleton;
>One that easily could be disposed of
>to the dogs.
>
>I'm soaring,
>high above,
>reaching the hights
>no one can actually reach,
>since they only exist,
>because we believe they do.
>
>See me fly,
>the burning wings,
>that once where like broken,
>useless,
>yet healed,
>yet senseless,
>as if I try to catch up with the reasons I cannot
>grasp,
>sorting out myself,
>picking up the pieces,
>flapping round in vicious circles,
>wearing me out beyond any sense
>while it get's me nowhere,
>I guess...
>
>It's like I've lost yet another game of chess,
>beaten once again by that old man sitting across of me,
>only not as hopelessly as I used to,
>and while it seems as if tomorrow becomes yesterday,
>or yesterday tomorrow,
>I see Him smile with the words,
>"Hey, don't get an attitude,
>because I've let you win
>this time..."
>
>And a split second later I find myself,
>soaring,
>high above,
>and suddenly it's in every way the only place
>I want to be...
>
>Now hold me tight my love,
>suddenly I'm afraid
>to fall from Heaven...

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Replies:

Re: Flapping Flipping In Viscious Circles. -- Pegasus, 12:49:08 03/30/04 Tue
- Re: Flapping Flipping In Viscious Circles. -- Raphaela, 09:03:38 03/31/04 Wed