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Beautiful by Juxtaposition
by Aaron Michaelthis naked canvas needs paint,
yet i am dried, hung in the heat,
slowly becoming naked myself.
this bleak existence needs color,
but i'm blind and uninspired, and
somehow all my ideas melded all i have left
is black.
for want of an idea, all i find
are a thousand thoughts without order.
for need of a symphony
there are just notes without tempo or rhythm.
my mind is a thousand and one ways
to destroy a piece of paper.
taint a computer screen.
make ugly beautiful by juxtaposition.
i may have great ambition,
but in chaos, ambition is
just another word
without direction.
04/13/2006 Posted on 04/13/2006
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Michael
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 04/13/06 at 05:15 PM oh how I recognize that feeling! At least you're able to bring it in words. |
| Posted by Bethany Lee on 04/13/06 at 06:19 PM wow. you succinctly summed up my feelings as of late. all of these ideas with no order...
some hope:
"Excuse my wandering.
how can one be orderly with this?
it's like counting leaves in a garden,
along with the songnotes of partridges,
and crows, sometimes organization
and computation become absurd..."
~Rumi |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 04/13/06 at 06:31 PM Hi Aaron. I like this poem, especially: "my mind is a thousand and one ways to destroy a piece of paper." Thanks for the read. |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 04/13/06 at 06:47 PM Aaron, this is so definite and firm. A peaceful plea for direction and fulfillment. "naked" is vulnerable and it that is beauty. Suggestion - in S3 L1, change the word "all" to something else, like "what," "looking," "searching," for example, since this poem is about a quest. I love it. Got my vote for POTD. ;-)
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by Karl Waldbauer on 04/15/06 at 06:54 PM Aaron, I'm glad you found the direction to write this poem. You wrote of ennui without bringing in self-pity...so refreshing. |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 07/15/06 at 11:31 AM So wonderful to find your work here as the POTD!!
Congratulations Sir!!! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/16/06 at 01:09 AM Whoo boy! Sure can relate to this one, especially the chaos of thoughts in one's head. I guess that's why writing poetry is such a powerful high, because from time to time the ideas, images and words do fall into place and are worthy of committment to paper or keyboard. Congrats on POTD...great choice! |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 07/17/06 at 08:10 PM LIFE is chaotic, and organizing disparate thoughts and words sometimes seems a monumental task. this frustration is beautifully illustrated with your analogy -- this naked canvas needs paint, -- so well stated that line 3 isn't even needed. lots of favorite lines, but stanza 4 is a real stunner!... sometimes, the very expression of frustration (with the lack of creative output) becomes a means toward a creative end. nice choice for POTD! :) PK |
| Posted by Rhonda Maneki on 02/12/07 at 09:07 PM Sometimes, it is without direction we find our truer selves. This is beautiful..A very inspired poem from the soul.
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| Posted by Gira Bryant on 12/06/07 at 12:53 AM this just showed up in the random section on the frontpage and I'm glad it did. Easy-to-relate-to sentiments painstakingly presented. Lovely. |
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