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Meditations Of A Hope
By Muse
Gasoline-tinted bubbles,
Like snowglobes to forgotton worlds in a dreamer's eye
A twinkle of sunbursts flash by with each slow turn
Is this a dream?
A helpless levitation of fantasies turned solid? Pushed down by unknown
hands, buoyed up by a lover's breath?
Gravitation, Rotation...
Wrapped among a peace ridden silence aside hushed antiques...almost as
though each sphere was a memory in itself...The filmy surface splashed
with the gentle scent of soap
Is all to be lost?
Here, in a room of aged toys and dust of spun gold?
A simple wrong touch results in an offended 'pop', the cherished moment
lost only to leave behind the rank taste of sorrow mingled with the bitterness
of regret.
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© 2007 Muse
Published on Monday, July 9, 2007.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Comments on "Meditations Of A Hope"
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A former member wrote:
pretty neat stuff ya got there (smiley face)
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On Friday, July 13, 2007, Equinox Asylum
(140)
wrote:
Hope as precious as a child blowing through a plastic ring only to find the burst of reality. Fantastic! Nice to see you semi-active again.
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On Monday, July 9, 2007, nur hidayah
(116) wrote:
Gasoline-tinted bubbles indeed. Brilliant. I love the imagery here. I can taste it.
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