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

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

soul collector we write poems #26 collection

Little jars on a shelf,
high and out of reach
You place souls inside
Crystal walls
Sealed tightly, so they can’t escape

A beautiful array of colours
Purple, blue and gold
Hand carved with intricate designs
A monument created with everyone,
you've ever known

Every day you dust them off
And put them back so carefully
Avoiding that they touch each other
High and out of reach
Little jars on a shelf
Posted by flaubert at 11:08 AM

18 comments:

  1. UnknownNovember 3, 2010 at 12:12 PM

    I think you have written the dark aspect of Viv's friendship poem.

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  2. AnonymousNovember 3, 2010 at 1:21 PM

    I haven't read Viv's poem yet but I agree about the "dark" assessment by Barb...it frightens and yet intrigues me to think of souls in jars.

    -Nicole

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  3. AnonymousNovember 3, 2010 at 1:34 PM

    As though we could keep people just for ourselves and enjoy them alone. I find this poem a tad disturbing: Pamela, how about some process notes?

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  4. AnonymousNovember 3, 2010 at 1:50 PM

    'soul collector' - what a fascinating take on the prompt.

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  5. flaubertNovember 3, 2010 at 2:11 PM

    Viv,
    Process notes:
    Think of those who use other people to their advantage. Only paying mind to them when they need something. I think there are plenty of them in this world. I have had the misfortune of meeting a few. I think they are what we call "sociopaths". I agree it is quite disturbing.
    Pamela

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  6. flaubertNovember 3, 2010 at 2:14 PM

    Barb,
    When I get a chance later today I will go read Viv's poem. Thanks for commenting.
    Pamela

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  7. flaubertNovember 3, 2010 at 2:15 PM

    Nicole,
    We can't really contain the soul, but certainly damage the spirit in someone.
    Pamela

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  8. flaubertNovember 3, 2010 at 2:16 PM

    Thank you Tilly.
    Pamela

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  9. ShariNovember 3, 2010 at 8:55 PM

    Pamela:
    Interesting poem. I like the light flow of the dark image you paint. Marvelous!

    Shari

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  10. Amanda MooreNovember 3, 2010 at 9:51 PM

    I have some of those little jars but they are very very dusty maybe I should stop collecting?
    This was lots of fun to read very whimsical.

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  11. ireneNovember 4, 2010 at 5:09 AM

    First time I've heard of 'sociopath'. Pamela, true friends are few.

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  12. gautami tripathyNovember 4, 2010 at 7:02 AM

    Dark...

    And we tend to collect the dark....

    Thoughtful poem

    bits and pieces

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  13. flaubertNovember 5, 2010 at 12:33 PM

    Thanks for the comment Shari.
    Pamela

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  14. flaubertNovember 5, 2010 at 12:33 PM

    Amanda,
    Yeah, I would stop collecting. Thanks.
    Pamela

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  15. flaubertNovember 5, 2010 at 12:35 PM

    Irene,
    Absolutely true. And I pretty certain that personality disorder has been around since the beginning of time.
    Pamela

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  16. flaubertNovember 5, 2010 at 12:36 PM

    Thanks Gautami.
    Dark it is.
    Pamela

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  17. AnonymousNovember 6, 2010 at 11:02 AM

    scary how some people feel a need to collect people's souls.... anxious in their endeavor the more the merrier... ouch!!! great poem pamela... a recollection

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  18. flaubertNovember 6, 2010 at 3:05 PM

    Thanks pop and it is scary indeed.
    Pamela

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