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Faultline

PostPosted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 2:12 pm
by Saturn
Faultline

You've discovered my faultline
And I cling, fingers spread thin,
Vulnerable to every little shock.
I try and bridge the wide gap
With slapdash, amateur work;
A rush-job, patchwork dressing
For a crevice too liable to crack.
Square pegs for a round hole
Sit uneasily across the verge.
Strings and patches cannot
Hold together something
So fragile as the human heart.
The slightest tremor could cause
Landslides and heart-quakes
And shake me all to pieces.
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PostPosted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 5:48 pm
by dks
Your metaphors are so fluid and beautiful.

And from what wellspring did this come?

You've discovered my faultline
And I cling, fingers spread thin,
Vulnerable to every little shock.


That is quite nice. May I say, your rapid development as a poet is all too uncannily familiar...

PostPosted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 9:43 pm
by Saturn
Whatever do you mean?

This one again, as I've said before began with a word...Faultline.

I don't know where this word came from or why I latched onto it.

I think I was watching something about earthquakes, and as ever musing on my personal predicament ad the two ideas just bleed into each other in that bizarre primordial goo that is my brain :lol: