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Tabula Rasa
by Laura DoomMinutiae of time dissolve
in pools of rippled memory
listless temporalities
submerged by your disfigured smile
waving their good riddance
when we turn to trivialities
illustration
I turn a leaf
remind myself
that even a regressive state
though staring at an empty plate
is simply food for thoughtless others
in the mood to pull some teeth
immaterial
A slice of toast
that burns in celebration
murmurs raised in arbitrary patterns
taking shape and shedding weight
consumed by corporality I swallow
what remains of yesterday 10/04/2003 Posted on 10/04/2003
Copyright © 2024 Laura Doom
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 10/05/03 at 10:43 AM 'even in chaotic space
or deep within submerged emotion
something simple feeds
no matter', this sounds like a realization. A SCENE seen from a deeper layer in the middle of living yesterdays.
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| Posted by Max Bouillet on 10/06/03 at 10:44 PM You can never have a clean slate.... too much gets soaked in.... too much baggage to carry around with you. The concept is as novel and as elusive as nirvana. Great verse that really aids in pointing that out.... at least to me. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 12/09/09 at 12:04 PM it is no wonder, this wonder |
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