Seesaw

Mar 08, 2016 15:50

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poetry, ljidol

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ellison March 9 2016, 04:52:52 UTC
Whoa. This is great. I love the contrast of beginning and end. And as someone who feels deeply, I just get it, too, the holding back so someone doesn't look at you weird if you laugh super hard/loud, that kind of thing. Well done!

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halfshellvenus March 9 2016, 06:14:37 UTC
I really liked that this felt like both the description of an actual seesaw and also an abstraction of life touched by uncertainty and not always knowing how to fit in. Very nice.

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uselesstinrelic March 9 2016, 07:28:31 UTC
I pretty much live for this line: "but I've closed so many doors I don't remember which one goes outside."

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murielle March 9 2016, 08:17:39 UTC
This brought back so many memories. Well done!

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tijuanagringo March 10 2016, 03:44:55 UTC
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Well, that was quite moving. Thank you for giving me that ride through dreams and feelings and grief and people who tell you to stop having good and powerful feelings. Sigh.
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Also made me think of another poem...
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Harlem
By Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore-
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over-
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

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