Elocution of a Broken Thing
Elocution of a Broken Thing
by Laura Summerville Reed
We broke apart in mid-air
In one glorious fatal moment
A sure and certain death
No quatrains of ancients
Foretold our doom
Not one line was ever written
Nor two breaths spoken
Containing both our names
The media didn’t capture
A hero’s heart falling
Straight into your stoic hands
Or see you place it there upon the shelf
Behind all your bright and shiny cups
The flashbulbs only captured
The elocution of the broken thing
That broken thing that worked so well
Incongruent
Affected
Affected
Disaffect
But everything is transient
Even the sun consumes itself to survive
This is the great denominator of the universe
And so we burn ourselves to be alive
©LSR 2010
Comments
AUTHORJK, thank you! and BTW - 'Caliper' is my favorite word...not sure why. It certainly has no ostentatious airs about it, I just like saying it, and it's a REAL serendipitous moment if I hear someone else say it. I can practically go into a soliloquy at the mere thought of the word 'caliper.' The word deserves a poem of its very own, but not being a mechanic or architect or engineer of any type, I wouldn't even know how or where to begin so this most fun word will have to wait until I've landed the perfect career or someone else takes the lead...(the latter is the safer bet at this stage of the game.)
Quatrain is a fun word. Like serendipity, ostentatious or soliloquy.
Good "wordsmithing" here for sure.
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Hello, Notquitecorso - thank you so much and it's so very nice to meet you. ~ Laura
wonderful last line...im so happy i found this before work...such gravity in some of your phrasing.
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You are so welcome, Micky, and thank you! :D
"The sun consumes itself to live"- pretty heavy! Thank you Ma'am.
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EM, yes, it is sometimes hard to know or even care if a thing is broken when it works so perfectly, and that darned "hindsight" - he can be so judgemental, that's why I rarely ask him what he would have done differently, lol.
Do we really not know til the time has come that something is working or not?
I have struggled with this one in my life.. from time to time... but always come back to some form of hint that really should have told me to back away slowly...
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;D
Not that I am good at this but I think I get this one...ask me sometime. WB
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Thank you, kind sir. Your compliments humble me. ~ Laura
you are a very gracious lady and it's a quality which is very becoming of you .... but you are certainly a master of your own words - believe me - and it's a gift to the rest of us!!
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Oh! Laurel, thank you!
Your passion is a thing to behold, lalesu!
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Oh, Nellieanna! Your beautiful spirit would never be put out by the Raven, that's for certain. You'd have him shooed off the door frame within moments of his starting that silly business with you, haha! Thank you for this. I will continue to write; good, bad, or indifferent as it may be or become, and I truly appreciate everyone who reads them, gets some enjoyment and leaves beautiful messages here for me.
Epigramman, Perhaps we should start referring to you as EpigramMaster from now on, since your talent far exceeds mine, my good man! :D
Ahh, you read my poetry well, dear Winsome. And I so appreciate that you read it at all. The pleasure was all mine, thank you!
You can't not fix something if you don't know it isn't broken and worse, you don't know not to shelve it. I count six negatives so maybe something positive will remain in the comment. =:) Enjoyed the flight Laura.
If I could write words this eloquent then I would be the leader of the free artistic world!
Please do not make your meteoric descent any time soon! Your poetry must be known and enjoyed! It is always stimulating and resonates with depths of potent meaning, while singing melodies on top to shame the birds; - and not that ugly Raven whose horrid wailing bears no resemblance!
Thank you once more. You are among the greats, IMHO!
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George, hello. I'm so very glad you've come by to read my poem and leave this wonderful comment for me. Thank you. ~ Laura
Sam, thank you ever so much. What would I do without you reading my poetry. There would be no point, I might as well go on and make that meteoric descent! :D
What can I say that I haven't already told you many times before? We all burn out but some look more beautiful doing it than others. ;-)
Passion inflames all of us; its consuming fire must always be kindled with something new everyday.Tragedy is a witness to its destruction but we live to write about it.Your testament says it all.
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Dear Augustine, that one word is more than enough, thank you.
I have no words to describe this prose. Beautiful...
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Thank you, Charlie. Yes, meteors, I agree. We can burn up in the atmosphere or make a great impact, either way it's a sight to behold, right?
Wayne Brown, if we let him, that devil Raven will make us insane with his laconic, persistent discordance. That's why I write it down; bird's can't read, you know, drives HIM crazy and he'll eventually fly off my door frame, LOL!
To quote the line "your candle burned out long before your legend ever did" I suppose has some relevance here, at least to me. We hide our hearts in a lot of places when they are afraid to come out into the light. But we can still hear it beating. Poe said it so. True, but does it beat for you? The Raven would know but might say "nevermore".
Profound prose. I reckon we are all meteors in the end then. You lost a hero? Sorry to hear that.
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