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Click herewe all walk down that path
sometimes
and let attention wander
in tangent to the latest bend
wondering
what lay ahead
in forward motion
when circumstance
forged a new curve
into the binding
smooth walked trail
as if we could go on
off road for long
enough to make an impact
anyway
we all stand by that pond
sometimes
to sense real life
elusive out of reach
and patiently wait
for nonexistent currents
a gust of impotent wind
to bring promises
drifting
into our open hands
as if chaos theory fractals
were beneficial fairies
heeding to our wish
and curving logic
to please whims
we all dream
for something larger
than a tepid trifle's
twin edged kiss
something more
than this
for midwinter bloom
angels on pins
and elephants
though the needle's eye
we all dream of this
but do we know why?
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 37,000 poems.
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is found here:
we all dream
for something larger
than a tepid trifle's
twin edged kiss
something more
than this
that "deliquescence" was melded into the English language just after our American revolution. It gave me a strange perspective as I eased through your wonderful poem.
I did miss the repition of "sometimes" in the third strophic section of the poem, after your line "we dream for something larger"... not that it mattered.
Thanks for the read, Liar.