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Outside the Lines

Outside the lines What is it about poetry that so consumes you Brings you to your knees, cowering in a corner of your own delusions Reading in between the lines, finding what is not really there Dropping hints of absurd defiance, collecting spoonful after spoonful of puzzled meanings and chaliced dreams Flowing symbolisms, metaphoric landscapes - Where bushes are bluebirds and sidewalks - bridges of no return Why do you reach into your pocket, searching for love on plain white paper folded into a square, when all along it faces you - not in ink, but in smiles expressing exactly what is felt No boundaries or disguised emotions penned in rhythmic sequence, only true love, standing on this sidewalk - which is only a sidewalk What is it about poetry that so consumes you, when love is waiting – just outside the lines

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Date: 4/1/2017 10:17:00 AM
Indeed What is?Still searching for answers.And indeed how sad to find only the beauty of love between the lines..and not on the sidewalk...
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Chris Green
Date: 4/3/2017 8:17:00 AM
Thanks so very much my sweet friend.
Date: 4/1/2017 5:13:00 AM
I love this.
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Chris Green
Date: 4/3/2017 8:17:00 AM
Thank you Maureen
Date: 4/1/2017 3:18:00 AM
For me it is the only way to address my feelings. Of love, fear, anxiety. Anything. Good you put this into words. Thanks :)
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Chris Green
Date: 4/3/2017 8:17:00 AM
Thanks so much Darren.
Date: 3/31/2017 6:54:00 PM
Interesting Chris. I can see from these words.. a poet avoiding love on the sidewalk, while writing about it all within the lines. There are so many ways this can be interpreted. :)
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Chris Green
Date: 3/31/2017 8:15:00 PM
That is kind of how I wrote it Heidi. It has a few different meanings to me as well. It is nice to hear another's point of view though. I appreciate you my friend, I truly do.
Date: 3/31/2017 4:01:00 PM
I often ponder that a poet's soul is only understood by another poet who feels and thinks as profoundly as we do. You couldn't have expressed this any better Chris. This is simply amazing. 7 ; )
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Chris Green
Date: 3/31/2017 4:11:00 PM
Thank you so very much Connie. Your kind comments are always such wonderful gifts to me.
Date: 3/31/2017 3:55:00 PM
Chris, I don't know what all it is, but I LIKE IT. : P Like they said in "the old days," right on, man. : )
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Chris Green
Date: 3/31/2017 4:08:00 PM
Thanks so much for this "out of sight" comment Doug
Date: 3/31/2017 3:54:00 PM
Chris absolutely amazing, yes in deed what drives our need to write, wonderfully penned~
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Chris Green
Date: 3/31/2017 4:07:00 PM
Thanks so very much my friend. I am thrilled you liked this one.
Date: 3/31/2017 3:46:00 PM
Best of the best
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Chris Green
Date: 3/31/2017 4:06:00 PM
Thanks so much Street Cries. I am glad you liked it.
Date: 3/31/2017 2:50:00 PM
Dear Chris. It is for certain the emotion that fills outside the lines that which enhances life and love inside the lines. You have stated that concept brilliantly. At least that's how I perceive your words. One either loves poetry or the opposite. There is no in between. It however is in the souls of those who love and understand. Have a wonderful night and thank you for gracing our souls.
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Chris Green
Date: 3/31/2017 3:06:00 PM
That's pretty much it Lisa. And it sure seems to be that way, no in between. No take it or leave it. You are either all in or you're not. Thanks so very much my friend.
Date: 3/31/2017 2:43:00 PM
Amazing write Chris!!! Poetry well defined.. :) shubham
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Chris Green
Date: 3/31/2017 3:03:00 PM
Thank you so very much Shubham for your nice comment on my poem.

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