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mirage on bridge street
midare

just as one lush heartbeat falters --
 1
suspended, glistening, of all times forgetting
 2
to continue beating --
 3
i've been thinking that all good things must
 4
come to an end
 5
sometime.
 6
 
 
our dreams were like schools of fish,
 7
teeming with life
 8
 
 
                        though
 9
                        seeming
 10
                        to be false
 11
 
 
so, i have no reason to complain
 12
because
 13
now they're fleeting.
 14
 
 
                        (absurdly,
 15
                        like another fairytale,
 16
                        my soul dissolves into
 17
 
 
                        a disjointed stream of thought
 18
                        that is greater
 19
                        than its parts.)
 20
 
 
sometimes, your story winds through my mind,
 21
whispering
 22
"nothing gold can stay."
 23
 
 
                        even though you never tried
 24
                        to avoid the consequences
 25
                        or believe in
 26
 
 
the outcomes, where
 27
you and i
 28
 
 
probably lived happily ever after --
 29
together in a torrential downpour
 30
of lavender rain that
 31
stained everything but our
 32
comfortable attempt at
 33
life, so wonderfully unfamiliar.
 34

15 Jun 05

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This is really just me playing with structure and form.  It's an expression of what I've been feeling, lately.
 — midare

..No comments?
 — midare

i like it. a lil different.
 — Sandcrawler

i like the structure and form


makes it nice
 — tragicbubble

Thanks, guys. ^^
 — midare

First stanza, line twenty three, last stanza could be stronger. Try writing this in the same format, theme without the word "love"--it draws too much away from it, and makes it more sappy, less...fresh. I love stanza two, three, four, five and half of six, seven and eight. Just the parts I mentioned are quite weak--too much descripstions, not eough imagery like the part about thoughts being a school of fish.

My goodness, I love the second stanza. The title is great, too.

This made me less seick of this site and all its rubbish; thank you for that. Please, please tighten this up, and make it stronger. It has great potential.
-wendz
 — unknown

Thanks, wendz.  I'll think carefully about what you've commented on.  Personally, the first stanza is one of my favorites -- but it is my poem, after all.  A little bit of an objective view helps.  Regardless:

Thanks for making a comment that finally made me smile. : )
 — unknown

Edited, as per the request of wendz.  I left the first stanza alone -- I agree, it could use some work, but I'm not quite sure what to do with it right now.  The biggest impact would be that I completely revamped the last stanza, and changed the message in l23.

Thanks again.
 — midare

I like the edits made. Maybe just something from the first version's alst stanza to round it off? If memory serves me correctly, there was something about "wonderfully unusual" as a line in it? I can't remember, but I remember thinking "Wow.".

I'm glad you write, your stuff refreshes my love for poetry.

Oh, and I'm glad you left the first stanza--it suits the poem fine now. I like the change of line twenty three, too. I've always loved that poem by Frost. Well done, and scored.
 — wendz

Minor changes made.  Again, thanks wendz. : )
 — midare

Anyone else?
-mid
 — unknown

So dawn goes down to day.

This charms me if only because I just finished a poem concerning Frost and rain. Would oust the comma after 'together' at the end, seems to slow it down a bit. Approval.
 — joecifur

thanks, joeci. i can't believe i missed that comment for so long.
apologies.
 — midare

I enjoyed the latout and the lyrical quality of this poem
 — larrylark

            ;       Excellent poem.  The disjointed stream of thought that is greater then its parts and the part where you say: somtimes, your story winds through my mind,/whispering/ "nothing gold can stay" and " the outsomes, where / you and i/ probably lived happily ever after--/togtether in a torrential downpour/ of lavender rain that/ stained everything but our comfortable attempt at life, so/ wonderfully/ unfamiliar" Ouch how real and deeply wise. I am inspired!  and I have to cry too, becasue that is life..painful and with seeming eventualities that go on without us while we have these temporal moments that we are so fickle about.  Wow! the first I've read of yours but I will keep reading!
 — Riverwriter2

love the way this sounds, awesome tone and descending of the words, adds to the lyrical quality of it. the one line ... nothing gold can stay ... Frost, right? good use of it. like parenthetical use. this piece is rare, i think. maybe seen the format before but it's hard to pull it off.
 — listen

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