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Weighed Triangles

Updated on November 27, 2012
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Where lines are weighed down upon ...

scrawled heavily on

see-through creatures all crowded together

patting each other with fluid-like skin,

padded-lined arms and shoulders

in motion of approval sagging, aging,

bruised and bumpy in places

of blackened spots, transparent.

Their colors are pale shades of decay

cold and tired and I'm afraid to say

what just comes out of a conditioned response

to what stimulates and invokes ...

I am afraid ... that I am .... not ...

Some of the darker shades are almost red ...

Red 'being' is not like red at all,

but a gathering of lines persuaded by

swift forces that vibrate

through a still-spectrum only perceived.

I am silent.

I feel violent.

Inside this echo-parade ...

Everything swells ...

This rhythm of noise, mingles

to comfort what joys are conceived

when I look into your eyes

and I want to know everything!

I am here ... crawling around, groping

for the numbers to recite

from an age where I was a Master

of no word describing their usage.

All things being uneven.

Hair grows, skin ... flakes

lines cover the fortress -

Me!

The wreckage ...

Me!

For a long time, as only these words could consume ...

These things are not really true.

Just the babble of the outside emptiness

contained within some entity

too large to be reckoned with.

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      Nellieanna Hay 4 years ago from TEXAS

      Ah - I'm the first to comment! It appears on your most recent hubs on my list, though it's not yet showing up on your profile page and no telling how long before it will be on email notifications!

      Anyway. . . Ah. The first several lines of this could easily describe the scenes and moods of many typical PG movies out and being devoured by kids these days. The hunger and thirst for muck and mire is visceral, and fed by media, once the taste is cultivated in people by its greedy proponents, making anything else surely seem too tame and blah.

      But of course - I perceive this is another matter, your poem and your inner view, perhaps. I can't quite buy into it describing YOU, though - you're not aged, dry and flaking. But wreckage? Naw. . . . not you, as happily, your next lines decline as being true. Whew!

      Nothing is too large to be reckoned with personally, CM.

      It's a jarring and effective poem.

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      Nellieanna Hay 4 years ago from TEXAS

      BTW - your use of the adjective, "weighted" in the title is accurate. The "outside emptiness" you sense is deliberately weighted and is effectively influencing whole new generations to PREFER emptiness - and to rush to be swallowed up by it like blind limmings.

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      CMarie 4 years ago from York, Maine

      Thank you Nelieanna ... I'm understanding now why hubpages prefers summary. I'll get there, however, I've always been prone to intrigue ... trusting that it will eventually be washed from me (on some level). Thank you so much for your comment. You have a great sense of truth and I appreciate your input and compliments. - Cher

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      Theresa Ast 4 years ago from Atlanta, Georgia

      Hello c-m - I came to your work by way of Alan (arb). Anyone he follows deserves at least my consideration. I do not understand your poem...it is dark and moody, pensive and turning, changing meanings as I read down through the lines...

      But I do not need to "understand" it, any more that all art must be explicitly representational to be appreciated. Sometimes what w do not understand, what is not clear at all moves us the most deeply.

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