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Poem
I did know what to do with myself
There was a time
Without
hesitation
When life
changing moments
Were created on
instinct
Before now
Before it was
all uprooted
Upside down
Thrashing
In a mire of
indecision
Contemplating at
once
The endless
possibilities
Each pathway
With its own
spinning combination
Nothing comes
easy
Nothing worthwhile
But it is absurd
A shattered
Untraceable
trail behind
And no way
forwards
Without a
death-fuck of errors
Locked into a
code
Unable to be
released.
All there is
Is stillness
Where no
mistakes can be made
Yet no progress
either
A myriad of
musings
Inexorably
Eroding time.
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Coming soon,
A new entry in the series on Greatest Written Films, and the last video poem for 2012.
All there is
ReplyDeleteIs stillness
Where no mistakes can be made
Yet no progress either.. This is good. Keep it going author!!
Thank you Zakii! Nice to see you here! :)
DeleteHi, it feels like only a few weeks ago I was here to witness the last poem of the year. But that was 2011, and now it is already 2012, really where did the time go. No progress.
ReplyDeleteYour poem is beautiful, in a way I apologise for not visiting in a while. If you come visit me, please look for the post before the last, all today would do, the lilies are beautiful.
Lisa aka oceangirl aka Live High.
Hi Lisa - yes it has been a while, but it's great to see you again.
DeleteThanks for your comment - i'll endeavour to get over to your site soon!
:)
Yeah, life was much simpler at one time. The older I get, the more complex life gets. Your words are deep and powerful as always, Anthony.
ReplyDeleteThanks for all your added support as of late.
xoRobyn
Thank you Robyn.
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It sounds like someone had been editing. Writing is all about instinct, editing is all about not wanting to make any errors. Writing is chaos, editing is an attempt to put some order to the chaos. I'm busy creating on instinct at the moment.
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