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Author Name: Freebluefish 2 Comments
Date Added: December 13, 2004 05:12:06 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Smile in Nonacceptance
When you stand out
its easier to be run-down.
Not by cars
but the unstoppable weight
of other's perceptions.

How they bellow
like charging elephants amok.
i have many bruises
of their footsteps
forgotten blackening marks
they had no direction chosen
to walk in their greatness--
so they trample with out discernment.
So the flowers of my body withers.

That is why
i am silent
and invisible in hallways of acceptance
as my importance lapses
and in the corners i am resined
to live in the corners and on the margins of life.
Shunned for my language is crude
words are stunted
not recognized
elementary is the confines
of my grammar.

For in me waits
the smallest stutter
of a symbol or letter
to share with that
that remains hidden
in my lacking imagination
it jostle like a bead
in metallic can
as i shake it with a smile.
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Comment By: FreeHeike on December 17, 2004 12:20:36 PM Report
How come that the most gifted are also the most modest? This is a masterpiece, Andrew. Just stay away from those that belittle what they cannot understand.
Comment By: FreeBarbara Demasson on December 13, 2004 02:55:23 PM Report
Not all are elephants Andrew...some nurture the flowers.

Being alone in the silent corners is a lonely place to be. Self preservation? Perhaps.

I hope the wounds heal and you come away from the margins of life...there is so much more 'life' than that which is on the outer edges.

The last verse is my favorite...written so well it makes me sigh. (you are excessively humble)

Excellent writing!



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