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This space
Contributed by
Fallen-like-the-sky
on
Thursday, 17th May 2007 @ 09:56:21 PM in AEST
Topic:
surreal
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This space is tearing me.
I am standing in a room,
With no doors or windows,
There is a clock upon the wall,
It stares at me.
It appears to be the room's soul furnishing,
And according to it the time is half past six.
I pace the room for a while,
Considering my situation.
I touch the clock, examining it carefully,
I feel the walls, so perfectly grey,
For cracks or fault lines,
Tapping for hollow spaces,
I can't seem to find one.
I write on the walls,
Thick black lines deforming the grey,
I draw myself a door.
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Fallen-like-the-sky
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2007-05-17 21:56:21]
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Re: This space
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by darkangeleyes57 on
Thursday, 17th May 2007 @ 10:12:17 PM AEST
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Very creative and well expressed.. I liked this poem.. Great job.. Well done.
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Re: This space
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by scrivonel on
Friday, 18th May 2007 @ 12:03:55 AM AEST
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I like the imagery and feeling you created with the room. Good poem.
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