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Insoluble
by Karen MichelleI am drawn,
heart pumping
(fluttering),
by the sound
of incoming
impulses:
radiowaves and
information;
another technological
breakthrough;
letters pressed together,
locked away
inside more machinery;
brain overload
as i strive to
overcome and shelter
all at the same time -
debasing these thoughts
with a dream
to escape the city.
Run away to
another place,
settle into
musical heaven
light years away
from the life
I lead.
It's resting
right now
in the palm of
my hand, and if
I leapt I could
make it - if only
I was prepared to
break
you 01/22/2004 Author's Note: Another old one.
Posted on 01/21/2004
Copyright © 2024 Karen Michelle
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 01/23/04 at 03:01 PM interesting. i'm going to have to wrap my brain around this. |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 01/26/04 at 01:59 PM Yes, we are subject to all kind of external influences in the form of shapes,colors,sounds,places,people and what not.'and if
I leapt I could
make it - if only
I was prepared to
break'Yes, if one is prepared enough to UNDO this happening. Nice philosophical approach.
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