Poetry / PAUSE (Pursuing All Urgent Senses Eastward)

Tired of waiting for warmer times. Chasing sunny days compares to chasing the grand dream.

The cold wind scares me onto assorted bus lines jazzing all over town. In between the designated times is there still a fraction of me left?

New constants were introduced: beer always too foamy, eternally wet hands, all my hated bands as the soundtrack, night owl having to be herself and the early bird.

Half the effort wins all the hearts in the room by just walking in. What would all the effort do?

I am better in Shadowvision than Technicolor.

I am more alive in people’s minds than in my own body.

Oh, yes, to crave the televised fights reveals absences in connections and I shudder at the thought.

Hugging the steel blue wall of that house I passed for years the exhale is marvellous. Comforted by rugged stone I rip my hands on human contact. Dancing in the same spot to the same tune and the pain a tonal constant instead of a phaseal temporary. Commitments piling up, perspectives running out, head swelling, heart shrinking.

I buy more locks and safety bars for the well. Once opened there is no telling what devastation might be left behind. Best to tunnel underneath the river with iron strength and see the other side. The darkness of the confined space frees you of more distant worries and liberates the fighter within, hopefully.

“I’d never thought that I’d turn down the offer to fail.”

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August 17, 2008

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gbryananderson reviewed Version 2 - Read 100% of the Item

In no way am I patronizing your work. I have read thousands of poems from ancient times to modern, and this is the first poem that the title is an acronym. Bravo. You reached beyond a writer’s block and snatched it. You may disagree that there are other poem titles that are acronyms but not that I know of. Just for your title I give a ten. I am so excited to read this.

I would classify this as prose-poetry. Are you aware of what this is?
And I am not sure if I can give you a good review.

This reminds me of taking mass transit to down town Milwaukee, Wisconsin, USA. for a boxing match.

Just tighten up your lines, and develop stanzas.

Bravo, Gregory

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May 15, 2008

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I love this.  Its really clever, wryly observed and insightfully plays with language.  I like the form of it too until the very end where there are some fairly solid paragraphs which might be changed if you were so inclined.

New constants… loved this – the bands and beer particularly.

I am better in Shadowvision than Technicolor – not sure about this.  Its a little weak compared to the other ideas.

I am more alive in people’s minds than in my own body- I ADORED this its just fantastically full of meaning and also so ambiguous and paradoxical.

Oh, yes, to crave…[etc.]- I confess I don’t understand this

phaseal – a bit ugly, can you change?

I buy more… I found this a bit much, it didn’t add anything more for me and I didn’t really understand it

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