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Thoughts

by Adam 

Posted: 04 October 2003
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Waves as brittle as glass
Pierce the water's surface
And shine in the sun.

They are mirrors to my eyes:
Sharp shards glistening
In the glaring sun.

I am blind, deaf and dumb.

But these white horses
Gallop dark waters
And leave hoof prints in the sun.






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Fearless at 10:35 on 05 October 2003  Report this post
Adam

Compelling and bittersweet. Thanks,

Fearless
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Tina at 11:41 on 05 October 2003  Report this post
Thanks Adam

Strong and dark and compelling.
Would be interested in what was the stimulus for this work?
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Account Closed at 19:43 on 07 October 2003  Report this post
Adam - very thought-provoking. Loved the repetition of "sun" in the different contexts, and the rhyming with the "dumb" line. Like Tina, I'd love to know what sparked it off

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Ellenna at 19:46 on 07 October 2003  Report this post
Adam this wonderfully captures .. for me anyway.. looking at a Cornish sea... thank you .Love the last stanza :)

Ellie
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peterxbrown at 23:44 on 10 October 2003  Report this post
I love the idea of brittle waves which is just perfect. Like Ellena it brings happy memories of treasured seascapes into my mind, the Dorset coast in all its splendour.
Thank you
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Adam at 15:17 on 11 October 2003  Report this post
Thank you everyone! The poem's inspiration... Not sure really; it just found me. I had nothing to do one night at work, and thoughts were my only companion. I started scribbling down the words forming and found myself with a poem in front of me.

I suppose that it's inspired by that feeling of frustrated impotence - when you feel that you can't quite reach the metaphorical itch - that we all get from time to time. The poem is a deperate attempt to scratch that itch: to paraphrase Bacon's assertion, 'thought is power'.

Anyway, cheers,

Adam x
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pene at 18:07 on 11 November 2003  Report this post
beautiful x
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