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Zahhar

Erin Thomas


Last Updated: 11/17/2009

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October 12, 2009 - Monday 

Current mood:could be better
Category: Writing and Poetry
Unrealized


Life came through her garden, humming
ageless songs within her throat.
She snipped here and there seeking
in her arbitrary way some perfection.
Twigs and withered blossoms fell
to rest and decay in soft tended loam.
Here and there a solitary bud caught
her eye and she raised shears to remove
some hint--crease or brown--of imperfection.

He was nipped in the bud,
the briefest snow white broke
though green, ready for light.
But was it frost or cruel shears--
he knew not. Just instant loss...
If he ran blood through those
unspread petals it might have felt
like a broken heart, crushed
in the clutches of unrealized
potential. The fullness of sun
hardly seen, barely felt, never known.


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niKi Rok$ (aKa roKit QuEen)
Firstiing QuEen

 
That is some deep tale of love? or loss? I think a little bit of both.....

This is the first time I read you. Very good. :)

 
Posted by niKi Rok$ (aKa roKit QuEen) on October 12, 2009 - Monday - 4:21 PM
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Zahhar
Erin Thomas

 
Well it's a reaction to feeling unable to pursue my life path for lack of time, energy, and self-discipline. I desperately need not to have to work. Work is for people who have no creative goals!

 
Posted by Zahhar on October 15, 2009 - Thursday - 4:58 PM
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Tinker
Tinker Mitchell

 
Ahhh you know that I am one of your biggest fans!! This is by far one of my favorite works you've produced! I already know that you want to know why!!! Because, one day I was riding in the car and my boyfriend was driving. We were sitting in some road construction and a lady was weeding in her yard and I had expressed the thought that it would hurt so bad if he left or died...he asked me to compare it to something and told him that he should think of it as if that lady weeding had cut a flower, or plant and how it would feel to that flower or plant. Sometimes I think that nature has a way with at one time or another making us feel so in tune that we all get on the same thought process. NOW if everyone were to utilize that, could you imagine what a better place we would all be in!!!

Great write Erin.... LOVED IT AS ALWAYS!

 
Posted by Tinker on October 12, 2009 - Monday - 6:44 PM
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Zahhar
Erin Thomas

 
You do seem to be able to see deeply into my writing and interpret freely according to your own experience. This is actually how I hope for my poems to be read. I don't want readers to figure out "what I mean", I want them to do as you do, dig in and find a way of connecting with the words personally, from their own experience. Then it becomes my treat to hear about how the reader's reaction to the words, and how they experienced it. You're good for offering such information. :) And I always enjoy it when you do.

Thanks again!

 
Posted by Zahhar on October 15, 2009 - Thursday - 5:02 PM
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Monique

 
Love. Love.

Entranched in depth.
 
Posted by Monique on October 12, 2009 - Monday - 10:54 PM
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Zahhar
Erin Thomas

 
Glad you enjoyed, Monique. :)

 
Posted by Zahhar on October 15, 2009 - Thursday - 5:02 PM
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Daniela Voicu( flavia felix)
Daniela Voicu

 
never know.....

 
Posted by Daniela Voicu( flavia felix) on October 13, 2009 - Tuesday - 7:51 PM
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Zahhar
Erin Thomas

 
yet we're always knowing

 
Posted by Zahhar on October 15, 2009 - Thursday - 5:02 PM
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chrissy mcmillen

 
Deep and sad
wonderful write
many kudos :)

 
Posted by ♫✮❧₡♅ᴚ¡§§ÿ❧✮♫ on October 16, 2009 - Friday - 2:39 AM
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Zahhar
Erin Thomas

 
Thanks, Chrissy. Glad you were able to get something from this. It's nice to hear from you. :)

 
Posted by Zahhar on November 1, 2009 - Sunday - 9:35 AM
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Kristaline
Kristaline shanon

 
No doubt here in the Northeast it was quite the first frost!!!!
We have heavy, nasty snow on the ground!
Hugs
Kristaline

 
Posted by Kristaline on October 16, 2009 - Friday - 5:23 PM
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Zahhar
Erin Thomas

 
And sometimes the conditions of living are like such snows, nipping possibility in the bud before it ever has a chance to realize its full potential.

Glad you enjoyed, Kristaline.

 
Posted by Zahhar on November 1, 2009 - Sunday - 9:36 AM
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Dragon Ka-Tet

 
Having something of a green thumb, I like the feel of this...I hate having to prune and deadhead my flowers and plants, but also know that it's so they can grow back bigger and better in the end. Hate it when the frost gets the tender new ones, though. This had a nice rhythm and good imagery to it. I agree, btw, about work not being conducive to those with creative aspirations! :)

 
Posted by Dragon Ka-Tet on November 2, 2009 - Monday - 7:46 PM
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Zahhar
Erin Thomas

 
Glad you enjoyed. This poem is inspired by my frustrating with not having the time and/or energy to pursue on one true passion, poetry. I feel that there's so much I could do with the art, yet I rarely have time or energy to spend on it.

 
Posted by Zahhar on November 2, 2009 - Monday - 8:44 PM
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