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We are all dots … just waiting
to be connected to each other.
We mirror fingerprints to find a match.
Planets align as ink lines draw freely.
For a while, on borrowed time,
we find formation in crimson skies.
In backlit flight we say goodbye
To a once engaging perfect line.
simply beautiful poem...it captures the elusive nature of love and the fascination of its otherworldliness for me...i really like the image of mirroring fingerprints, like desperate effort to catch the truley beautiful, that in nature will always pass,impermanent, fragile and impossible to hold. gorgeous x
I like this one too - such an original way to describe the love game. I like the underpinning sadness about it - the impermanence, the transience.
A really lovely poem.
This appears to read like one would blink, then miss the event completely. How did you do that?
really enjoyed this Rach, but am wondering shouldn't you consider splitting the piece up to something like
'We are all dots … just waiting
to be connected to each other.
We mirror fingerprints to find a match.
Planets align as ink lines draw freely.
For a while, on borrowed time.
We find formation in crimson skies.
In backlit flight we say goodbye
To a once engaging perfect line.
Just food for thought, but I particularly like the first two lines..
top stuff - Andy N x
Philipos
Thu 30th Dec 2010 23:53
Your paucity of words achieves much and hints strongly at the interconnectedness in all things - a poem of considerable depth
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Jeff Dawson
Mon 3rd Jan 2011 15:21
Neatly drawn! A lot said in a few words, great stuff! Jeff X