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Untoward

Updated on November 4, 2012
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Bestowed upon

me was a grace went withered

beyond what retained in a similar appearance

in vanity seething that sought to be fittest

among the varying people's competing to finish.

Where the dust never settles upon any for cause

for if it were ever to settle it would do just because

there is no ground sacred except where to pause

in remembrance, that bounty and gravitational laws.

It is a laugh more so ever to pick at the grass

and twirl it around with no thought of its past

and its bearing upon everything that will last

while everything else is moving so fast.

I watched her grow and move and change

from form to form she rearranged

the ages, the features, in creations she made ...

still claiming some lack in her lusts, in her gaze.

An old shadowy memory she begged for its fade

in hopes to forget where she once was engraved

by a prince who had many and even more that he claimed

in those speeches, so dire, though unique, since estranged.

The landscape is hollow, though pretty to ponder

I used to shrink there, when I thought and I wonder

about all those things used to bother ...

Each slanderous slight pushing me further.

And further away I do now roam ...

Away from those jesters I used to call home

and tally the day at the end in my mind

that bears upon forward, forewarned ...

and in kind.

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      arb 4 years ago from oregon

      A beautiful write made more so from the wisdom unleashed in your study and reflection. Poetry to be proud of.

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      CMarie 4 years ago from York, Maine

      Thank you so much Arb. I have to get over there and check out some of your newer work ... Be right there.

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      Nellieanna Hay 4 years ago from TEXAS

      This is so haunting and haunted. The rhythm in it, so musical. It leads one to follow but doesn't reveal a destination or a lodging, but invites one just enough to tickle the imagination. Perhaps that's just it, as the title suggests. It's not toward anywhere but hovering. It's quite a poem.

      I have to ask: were you safe when Sandy hit the northeastern shores?

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      CMarie 4 years ago from York, Maine

      Thank you so much Nellieanna ... Your mindful comments mean a lot to me and have been helpful as I continue to explore and write more for HubPages. I'm so glad that I looked at your beautiful poetry and expressions and now have another inspirational connection! I had fun writing this. It's about a guy. LOL!!!

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      Nellieanna Hay 4 years ago from TEXAS

      II hope it didn't seem that I'd made a connection between this hub and Sandy! I simply noticed that you're from Kittery Maine and, not knowing exactly how close to the coast that might be, hoped you weren't in Sandy's path!

      That said, I'm not at all surprised it's about a guy, though from a gal's perspective?

      It's a story to which one can attach various interpretations, though, even within the context of being about a guy. In any interpretation, though - it still resonates with having an elusive conclusion, whether or not it's based on some actual experience of the writer's or if it's simply story-telling. That's another of its appeals!

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      CMarie 4 years ago from York, Maine

      Thank you Nellieanna! I so appreciate any comment and especially enjoy yours and your writings on the Hub. I was on the path of Sandy, but grateful we only got a lot of wind and rain, however, yesterday we got approx 3 inches due to Nor'easter .... Not too bad. I live in Beautiful Maine Seacoast close to Portsmouth New Hampshire line so I get to be in two states in a matter of a few minutes as well as 20 minutes from Massachusetts ... My favorite spot is LONG SANDS beach where the NUBBLE LIGHT HOUSE is and is said to be the most painted and photographed lighthouse in all the nation. I don't know if it't true or not? Maybe I will write about it and show you some pictures. Thanks again! Cher

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