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movement
by Shonda Chrissonberrythis path is blocked
I'm searching for my detour
I need to pull over
roll the window down
and pour out my soul
like yesterday's cold coffee
or else I'll just keep
turning round inside myself
swirling into this
blessed curse of fate
a honeycomb of intersections
over under
below above
I catch a glimpse
feel a stir
a moments loss of breath
I'm close ~ so close
to colliding with you
ready to scrape the paint
off of this tin box of loneliness
and consummate the misleading void
emotional connection
frictions best friend
lets dazzle them with color
and call them by name
love until we've lost all brilliance
and accidentally find our way out
knowing that what is left
is all we will ever be
02/22/2005 Posted on 02/23/2005
Copyright © 2025 Shonda Chrissonberry
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/23/05 at 05:31 PM Nifty slice of introspection that easily keeps the reader's attention with a steady smooth flow of images. I especially like the coffee analogy in the second stanza. |
| Posted by Alex Smyth on 02/24/05 at 02:11 AM I too appreciate the imagery, it makes me think of the kind of stream of concienceness you twirl thru in the mornings, before the order of the day takes over your mind. |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 02/25/05 at 04:30 AM Love this. It reminds me of Ani DiFranco, which is one of the greatest compliments I can give. Still, very original, love all the metaphors. Good job! |
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