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

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

"Unconscious Thoughts" One Shot Wednesday #35

Can’t place my heart inside a crystal glass
when flying singed edges need repair
Form is lost … changed 
Tin cans line streets
emerged with toxic waste
Forge a place of humanity
where furnaces never cease
Chase ghosts as they hide in
unseen corridors


Can’t place my soul inside a wooden box
while sliding on slippery pitches
Shape is found …regained
Plastic-filled waterways
choking out life
Consciousness of others lost
when the sun burns hardest
Pursuit of demons is forever
in scorched open fields


There’s a tree that leaves me
gloomy, while waiting for the night
Posted by flaubert at 4:55 PM

32 comments:

  1. signed...bkmMarch 1, 2011 at 7:14 PM

    A haunting write on how we pollute this beautiful place, choking out life...choking out beauty and our future as a species....well done Pam...bkm

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  2. AnonymousMarch 1, 2011 at 7:32 PM

    An engaging barrage of imagery coming at us here - gives the senses a bit of a smack, especially when we reel back to see the gloomy portrait painted for us of our world...and are left to ponder our hand in it. Strong piece, well written.

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  3. Brother OllieMarch 1, 2011 at 7:40 PM

    Flaubert you are a wordsmith.

    I can send you snow if you wish...soothing.

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  4. UnknownMarch 1, 2011 at 8:20 PM

    This almost made me feel out of breath myself. I could feel the suffocation. Your word choices are strong.

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  5. MaryMarch 1, 2011 at 9:20 PM

    Pam, so many strong images to contemplate.

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  6. Brian MillerMarch 1, 2011 at 9:34 PM

    it made me feel rather sad...the pain and even the somberness of the tree...excellent evocation of emotion...

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  7. hedgewitchMarch 1, 2011 at 11:29 PM

    It's the time we're in, I think--if you look with any attention at the world, the night that's coming seems long and foreboding. Excellent piece, pamela.

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  8. MontyMarch 2, 2011 at 6:49 AM

    great oneshot and calling a spade a spade. we're distroying the very home we're supposed to love. . .go figure :)

    Monty / bummy

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  9. flaubertMarch 2, 2011 at 11:50 AM

    And it shall continue, Barb.

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  10. flaubertMarch 2, 2011 at 11:51 AM

    Thank you cian.

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  11. flaubertMarch 2, 2011 at 12:29 PM

    Very nice, Ollie and I'll pass on the snow, but
    thanks just the same.

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  12. flaubertMarch 2, 2011 at 12:29 PM

    Thanks for the visit, Lori.

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  13. flaubertMarch 2, 2011 at 12:30 PM

    It is such a mess that we have created, Mary.

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  14. flaubertMarch 2, 2011 at 12:31 PM

    I didn't mean to make you feel sad, Brian.

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  15. flaubertMarch 2, 2011 at 12:33 PM

    Joy Ann, I often think about our children. What
    will they have to deal with, when we are long gone.

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  16. flaubertMarch 2, 2011 at 12:35 PM

    A bit of an oxymoron, wouldn't say, Monty?

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  17. BubbaMarch 2, 2011 at 2:10 PM

    That tree at the end is my favorite part.

    Nice One Shot, Pam!

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  18. AnonymousMarch 2, 2011 at 2:29 PM

    Makes you wonder about humanity, we get kicked out of eden, then turn the world into a ghetto. Great poem - Brendan

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  19. Steve IsaakMarch 2, 2011 at 4:05 PM

    Liked this a lot: the flow, the images, etc. Effective work.

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  20. flaubertMarch 2, 2011 at 4:18 PM

    Eric thanks so much:)

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  21. flaubertMarch 2, 2011 at 4:18 PM

    It does make one wonder, Brendan.

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  22. flaubertMarch 2, 2011 at 4:19 PM

    Thanks Steve:)

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  23. KavitaMarch 2, 2011 at 6:28 PM

    Oh maaannn... that was a super reflective piece, Pamela!! So beautiful written!!
    Each line made me pause, wonder...and relate to!!

    Really wonderful!

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  24. JamieDedesMarch 3, 2011 at 1:12 AM

    Moving and sad and oh so true. Pensive quality. The final stanza is perfect. Memorable.

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  25. ClaudiaMarch 3, 2011 at 11:07 AM

    placing soul and heart in boxes and glasses...interesting thoughts..and very heartfelt write

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  26. RJ ClarkenMarch 3, 2011 at 3:49 PM

    Pamela - wow! Each time I visit your site, I am newly amazed at just how talented you are! Those last two lines are so haunting!

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  27. flaubertMarch 3, 2011 at 8:58 PM

    Kavita thanks:)

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  28. flaubertMarch 3, 2011 at 8:59 PM

    Yes, Jamie it is very true and people who make
    light of it are fools.

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  29. flaubertMarch 3, 2011 at 9:00 PM

    Thanks for the visit, Claudia.

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  30. flaubertMarch 3, 2011 at 9:02 PM

    RJ, you are way too kind.
    I appreciate your kind words.

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  31. Shashidhar SharmaMarch 4, 2011 at 11:48 PM

    Its a wondrful post and your last line made me sit up and read again.. so powerful and vivid image...
    While waiting for the night...
    Lovely.

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
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  32. flaubertMarch 6, 2011 at 4:04 PM

    Thanks Shashi!

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