Thursday, August 23, 2007

Life: A 3-WW & Poetry Thursday Entry


Photo by Sage taken along the Siever River in Utah, July 2007. Today, I'm combining yesterday's Three-Word-Wednesday writing exercise (corridor, subtle & linger) with my Poetry Thursday submission (and I'm not sticking to the "recommended" style today's poem).

Life

At the beginning, the corridor seems endless.
Even if it was possible, there’d be no reason to linger
with a subtle breeze propelling all forward.
Then comes the day we can’t linger even if desired
for the wind is now a hurricane
as the corridor’s end approaches.




17 comments:

  1. Glad you didn't get into the high schooler mindset, this speaks an adult's truth.

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  2. Oh this was great, Sage.

    Truthful, honest and heartfelt.

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  3. I love love love all of it but this is outstanding
    for the wind is now a hurricane
    as the corridor’s end approaches.


    It's amazing Sage

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  4. "Even if it was possible, there’d be no reason to linger"

    But we do linger..in the recesses of our minds...for a long time to come.

    You should write poetry more often. You do it effortlessly.

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  5. I knew you must have some darkness in you and that you weren't all sunshine and light. :-)

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  6. Marcia, the words seem to have the making of a "lost love" type story, but I felt I've done too many of those lately. Maybe it's turning 50--but I really don't think about the end of the corridor.

    Thanks TC & Pia

    Gautami, I was trying to express the desire to "get on with life" that we have in our childhoods when I first spoke of lingering. Thanks for your comments and affirmation, I am always nervous about posting poetry.

    Murf, I don't think this is really that dark, it's more realistic. It would have been darker if I'd wrote about the outcome of one lingering the corridors making subtle passes and getting what they thought they wanted. BTW, read TC 3-WW, she also has a hand fetish.

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  7. She does seem to be one that appreciates hands although I'm not sure why her character thought the guy with great hands were gay. Usually their hands are one of the things that gives them away. Now that you've brought up hands, I have to go check out your old photos or Google Jay Leno. :-)

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  8. Very timely and beautfully written.

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  9. sage - you really do have a talent for poetry

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  10. Wonderful use of those three words. I loved this!

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  11. I really liked the feeling and progression in this of a subtle breeze, then wind, then hurricane -- plus the progression through the corridor. Wonderful continuity and flow!
    :)

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  12. You really ran with this one! I love the breathless way one surges toward the end. The picking up of speed, the overwhelming race to the finish.

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  13. oh, the utah desert! and a great poem! i love the hurricane metaphor!

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  14. Clare - I love the squirrel picture! I bet Sage is flashbacking to his truck as we speak.

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  15. This is outstanding, Sage. It's a perfect piece.

    I remember looking at older people when I was younger and wondering if I'd ever get there. Not able to comprehend how I could. And now, it just goes faster and faster...

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  16. Excellent poem. These words ring very true.

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