"Life is the dancer and you are the dance."
— Eckhart Tolle

Monday, June 7, 2010

flight otherwise #83 monday poetry train-revisited

one light to the next

on the chandelier

visit the moon before you’re through

nothing lasts

fall into hell with the fire

wings that hiss when rubbed together

loath in the ailment

filled with toxin

the accolade of demise
Posted by flaubert at 2:57 PM

8 comments:

  1. brenda wJune 7, 2010 at 4:14 PM

    Oh Pamela, this is nice. It starts so light and tumbles into dark eternity..

    wings that hiss when rubbed together

    I heard them.

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  2. flaubertJune 7, 2010 at 4:33 PM

    Thanks so much Brenda
    Pamela

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  3. Dina SpiceJune 7, 2010 at 7:59 PM

    Starts so light and airy (almost a tiptoe feel), until the word 'hell' is reached, and then it all gets weighty, dark and a bit evil-sounding.

    As always, I'm a fan.

    - Dina

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  4. SandyCarlsonJune 7, 2010 at 8:16 PM

    Yes. Rather than suffer, we must live.

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  5. flaubertJune 7, 2010 at 8:52 PM

    Thanks Dina
    That is a very nice thing to say!
    Pamela

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  6. flaubertJune 7, 2010 at 8:53 PM

    Sandy
    That is very true!
    Pamela

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  7. gautami tripathyJune 9, 2010 at 1:31 AM

    I like this!

    incomplete yet so replete

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  8. flaubertJune 9, 2010 at 10:02 AM

    Gautami
    Thanks for inviting me!
    Pamela

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