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Fear

The glass walls caved in with a roar a yellow storm that broke the faulty veins that had been up till now Invisible. And I, clutching a rag of paper in guilty hands curled up at the end of a dilapidated wooden bench at last doing what I should have my whole life – Late, once again, on the one day lateness is not excused. I have always imagined the world ending with a shattering of stained glass we had painted to portray the thing we called beauty, and that had shined vulgar colors on us for millions of lives; a jolt of awakening from some nightmare into something that cannot be as easily defined, for in all minds it is a different message; a violent wrenching open of the hidden crack of light in an atlas that had seemed impenetrable, endless – but the entire time had merely been an idiot’s doodle. In that moment whether it be in a dream like this or in some mad state of visioning the feeling cannot be snipped and trimmed and stuffed into a four-letter word, for it defies all language and pulls the strings hanging from mind and soul and stomach pulls them and plays a cat's cradle game with them and leaves the limbs wild and dancing with the silliness of a drunk man’s misery. And yet all fell back into order when I opened my eyes from a dream that had the power to awake, and glanced at the rotting walls. There seemed to be tremendous joy written in them, for I saw at last their stains were of glass.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 11/20/2017 12:37:00 PM
Another good poem Grace, continue to write for all of us.
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Date: 7/23/2010 10:10:00 PM
Hello Grace. Very intriguing poem. I like the expressions. You might want to pare down the adjectives and adverbs a bit more, though, to make the imagery more powerful. Also, "snipped" and "trimmed" seem the same to me, how about choosing only one of the two? "from a dream that had the power to (awake) [wake]" ()=omit, []=insert. Enjoyed your poem. Hope these comments helped.
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Date: 7/20/2010 2:54:00 AM
Congratulations on your win in John's contest, Grace. Incredible free verse. Love, Lainie
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Date: 7/19/2010 7:01:00 AM
Congratulations Grace on your well deserved win in John Heck's contest "Edge". Love, Carol
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Date: 7/16/2010 7:41:00 PM
Metaphorically awesome! Congrats on your big win Grace.
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Date: 7/16/2010 2:50:00 PM
Congrats Grace on your winning poem in John's Edge contest with this marvelous creation.. enjoy your victory.. with luv..
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Date: 7/16/2010 2:37:00 PM
Goodness too many immensely powerful lines to count, a real purge! horribly wonderful!!! Light & Love
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Date: 6/26/2010 4:17:00 AM
Interesting metaphoric language that you have used in this one that is very descriptive and expressive...Keep the creative pen flowing,.Sara
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