Sunday, March 20, 2011

I Already Know How It Ends - Poetry

We can perch upon life's high places
unless, of course, we look down.
We can walk on an ocean of silence,
until one of us speaks, and we drown.
We can dance in synchronicity
and the world, in its envy, will stare.
That is, of course, till the music stops,
when I will be left with no chair.

14 comments:

  1. I think the one with no chair wins. They get to move on in life and not be stuck to some stupid chair. :)

    Great little poem, plum full of nice images.

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  2. *Slaps forehead* You are absolutely right, Teresa! (Will you be my therapist?)

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  3. I was going to comment the exact same thing as Teresa! Thumbs up to her! Great work Li :)

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  4. Wow, great little piece there. I was always the one without a chair :)
    Jules @ Trying To Get Over The Rainbow

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  5. Musical chairs...someone has to move on...I'm with Teresa.

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  6. I like it; left me smiling pensively.

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  7. That is funny (as promised by your tag) but this line was really profound: We can walk on an ocean of silence, until one of us speaks, and we drown.

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  8. I enjoyed the symmetry within the formatting, funny ending, enjoy the potluck! :)
    Here is mine:
    http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/

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  9. at times, letting go is a choice,
    another door opens ...
    lovely job.

    A++

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  10. I thought this was interesting and cool. very provoking

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  11. A straight to the point of it all, great write!

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  12. until one of us speaks, and we drown.thats awesome I am a lover of lines and I smiled when I read that one.

    my potluck post was here

    http://blackswanpoetry.wordpress.com/2011/05/01/poem-flexed/

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