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Crystalline
Contributed by
Red_Silo
on
Friday, 20th December 2002 @ 10:40:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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Crystalline
How do they come?
How do they go?
These crystalline things, they never grow old.
They just crumble before you.
A refracted blue flame aurora splinters white once again.
It returns blue to burn me every now and then.
What do you think you’d understand,
If you really knew who I am?
A crack here, and a fracture on the only base near….
Sheltering the crystal heart’s beat is but merely a crystal being.
Now things break nevermore so easily.
I’m drowned- for I’m not a naiad.
Is it a nebula too distanced to see,
Or just a personalized wish answered with boiling mutiny?
Without stars now to light my eyes or a blue haze in my life,
The emotions….I can’t break them.
And for me, there’s no solatium.
The fading light, now rootless….
Lies in a barren garden, now ruthless.
Crushed, beaten, traveling now farther,
No sun, no rain, no bother.
Too softly, too harsh….
How does one know?
Oh how it has fragmented me so….this heart of mine….
Crystalline.
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Red_Silo
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2002-12-20 10:40:00] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Crystalline
(User Rating: 1 ) by OreO on
Friday, 20th December 2002 @ 12:42:29 PM AEST (User
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This is so beautiful...thanks for sharing it...i enjoyed this one alot...
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Re: Crystalline
(User Rating: 1 ) by thousandfold on
Sunday, 29th December 2002 @ 03:43:51 PM AEST (User
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nicely done. excellent use of imagery and symbolism, the poem really paints pictures in the readers' mind. your idea that things that appear strong but yet break all the more easily is an intriguing one. i hope to read more of your work in the future!
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