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blue impact suicide (moment to moment)
by Richard Paezthings change
(and people die)
from moment to moment
(all that is)
(all that was)
all that remains
is the azure-blue
reflecting this:
things change
yet i remain
~ hanging ~
broken-glass wind-chimes
straining to hear
the music that was
as i follow along
with tender fingers
shimmering in blue
and singing your name
{you know i climbed so far}
~
{you know i've climbed too far just to turn back now}
~
from up here
i can see everything
(that ever was)
spreading out
to the horizon
from up here
i can see
(all is blue)
gravity is an illusion
from up here
it's one step
to where i last saw you
from up here
it's one step
out into the blue
~
{gravity's embrace is my only constant now}
~
{tears tear from my face
as i rush down to meet you}
(all that is)
(all that was)
all that remains
is the yoke
of my blue impact
spreading out below me
{as your blue sky
spreads out above me}
11/04/2003 Author's Note: nothing changes
updated several times since 11/08/03.
Every broken piece of glass you see, along the side of the road, in garbage heaps, in the dark little corners of your town that you try to ignore and avoid, was once a part of something. Something beautiful, something useful, something that might have made a difference in the life of someone you've known, or will someday meet. Each sharp and shiny fragment is like a lost soul, cutting the fingers of anyone who tries to pick it up and save it. Don't think of these shards as waste or refuse. Think: This was beautiful once. This was whole once. This could have easily been me.
Posted on 11/04/2003
Copyright © 2024 Richard Paez
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Don Coffman on 11/07/03 at 09:37 PM On the precipice, an inspiring moment presented by incredible words. The sense of awe and wonder is very well expressed, as are the ruminations on permanence and change. The contrast between the reality of that and the human viewpoint is fascinating, seeing ourselves as permanent and unchanging even when we know the world around always does. Change is constant and a constant is unchanging. |
| Posted by H.M Stevens on 11/08/03 at 04:25 PM reaching an embracement of some sort of paradoxical perfection..."the only constant is change...." masterful |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 11/08/03 at 06:02 PM sometimes we get a better view being distanciated from what is...getting away, pretending undergoing change. "Gravity's an illusion and {gravity's embrace is my only constant now}" Funny how one can get drawn back to what was...and yet still is. This poem has so many lines in it that set me off on a mental journey to several realities! Extremely interesting , to me thought provoking read Richard! |
| Posted by Thomas K. Hunt on 11/08/03 at 08:04 PM Blue is my favorite color and surrounds us more than any other color in the spectrum, You have captured it so well here. "from up here it's one step out in the blue" WOW! Simply wonderful |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 11/10/03 at 02:04 AM lovely and touching the tragic but with a compassion embrace. I love blue too, as my latest posting shows. |
| Posted by Beth K Hannah on 11/10/03 at 02:37 AM gorgeous... |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 11/10/03 at 06:01 AM aweinspiring... beautifulvoicesflowing... sadnessmixedwithunabashedlove... truly intriguing and mesmerizing piece... blessings... |
| Posted by Karl Waldbauer on 11/10/03 at 06:16 AM Is it my mind's eye seeing the enticing blue sky or the soothing brush strokes of your words that I find so charming? Either way, an excellent piece. |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 11/10/03 at 02:46 PM Your author's note made this even more poignant. I don't know what to say about either... what keeps going through my head is "thank you for seeing the beauty in things that are now broken, and expressing it from their point of view with compassion and gentleness." |
| Posted by Traci Mabats on 11/10/03 at 03:40 PM wow, this is very blue. Its blu-icious! |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 11/10/03 at 10:51 PM This is a very impactful poem. Sorry the pun was there for the taking. In all seriousness this poem touches on how disposable we all have become. And how No one likes a broken human and we discard and look for something that we can break and then discard. This is a very bleak process. I see that you notice those that are left discarded. And maybe through your eyes we can all learn to recycle. Great verse. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 11/16/03 at 02:53 PM So much that could be said has been said above me - so, I'd like to express my appreciation for your 'author's note' (nothing changes / updated several times) :>]
I can't read anything that would need changing - obviously a labour of love for you, and a pleasure for everyone
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| Posted by Indigo Tempesta on 12/20/03 at 06:32 PM oh, dear richard...let me be just another in this long line of those waiting to embrace you. i want to tell you things that mean something, but i don't know what they are. so, this poem touched me and made me feel anchored in you, for just a moment. thank you. |
| Posted by Uriel Tovar on 04/27/10 at 10:11 PM can't say i like this. |
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