Sunday, November 13, 2011

Disassociation


I'm waiting;
once again, the last to be chosen

Why do I stay,
with old whispers and lukewarm coffee
as my only consolation

The pale, grey sky is nearly absent

What will hold me to the ground
if the sky lifts completely
and gravity fails?

I'm barely making contact now

This is in response to the photo writing prompt offered at Magpie Tales.  Go there to see lots of wonderful writing.  Photo is taken from Google images, unknown photographer.

28 comments:

  1. Hope keeps you there, my dear...it's hope, i fear :)

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  2. Very poignant, and profound. Love the second last stanza!

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  3. this is just lovely, romantic, lovely images and feel.
    thanks for sharing
    martine

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  4. p.s. and I love the little quote under your profile picture too

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  5. I had that "last to be chosen" in my life as a child and as an adult too. For example, when I can't find a job for a long time. So I exclaimed aloud when I saw how that feeling works with the image.

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  6. I remember "last to be chosen"—this is a perfect description. The second-last stanza is fabulous.

    Kay, Alberta, Canada
    An Unfittie’s Guide to Adventurous Travel

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  7. The picture fits the poem so well, nicely done :]

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  8. Perfect marriage between image and words. I hadn't noticed how loosely tethered she looks, but you're right: she could fly away at any moment. I don't know if I hope she'll go...or if I hope she'll stay. Well done.

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  9. I think this one really works well. Nice job!

    =)

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  10. Thank you all, I appreciate your comments!

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  11. Loved every line, felt every emotion. Beautifully done!

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  12. This one has a floatographic quality to it.

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  13. Roughwaterjohn - Thanks, glad you could feel it.

    Jo - Thank you much!

    Martin - heheh, thanks.

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  14. very nice...esp like the what will hold me as it contrasts nicely with why do i stay...

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  15. You've tapped in to that sense of otherness (ah--a natural affinity for the Other Mary??) in this pic--alienation, isolation, all playing well with the surreal, almost nightmare landscape. Your poem adds a feel of something waiting to happen, some catastrophe just out of sight. Loved it.

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  16. loved the staying with old whispers and lukewarm coffee..sad place to be and you captured it so well... and smiles at the one above..

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  17. Lovely ... including the last to be chosen memories.

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  18. Sadness...your words perfectly sharing that emotion...
    What will hold me to the ground
    if the sky lifts completely
    and gravity fails?

    I'm barely making contact now

    I have felt this way at times...A beautiful poem

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  19. a delightful play on the prompt.
    love the sweetness.

    :)

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  20. Guess those feet need grounding...

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  21. I know that feeling - you've written a fine piece!

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  22. Hope is a powerful thing....this is a brilliant piece! :-)

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  23. I like this very much, and particularly the last verse.

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  24. Thank you to all of you. I appreciate you taking the time to read and comment here.

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  25. Other Mary: Why do I stay,
    with old whispers and lukewarm coffee

    Indeed a very powerful poem echoes the mood of the prompt with much "Disassociation" in complete earnestness.Chiccoreal

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  27. Thanks Chiccoreal! Glad you stopped by!

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