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hurdling, in life and consequence.
by Jared Fladelandi have something in me.
it skips like a stone thrown from the treads of a semi-truck
wildly into your windshield, cracking your life into a trillion tiny pieces,
but never quite shattering.
it burns. I can feel it at the dinner table
pushing against my throat
as if it was a bit of vomit, or phlegm
trapped inside my windpipe
but I can't quite hack it up.
There's something in me.
Dying to get out.
it seems to only slip out through whispy flicks of the wrist
and astute observations.
It really is something beautiful.
Like a blue July day in a town with gravel roads
and neon green grass.
It's a place I call home,
fifteen minutes from anywhere,
and yet I can never feel like I'm dancing in my own skin
when I'm here or there.
Please accept it. 08/05/2006 Posted on 08/05/2006
Copyright © 2024 Jared Fladeland
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Emily Davidson on 08/05/06 at 09:11 PM beautiful and honest. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/05/06 at 09:58 PM I like the direct beginning of this. I also like that you think what is in you is beautiful, even if you can't always express it openly or maybe fully. Nice write. |
| Posted by Lauren Singer on 08/06/06 at 06:26 AM *phlegm.
"fifteen minutes from anywhere"
"dancing in my own skin"
some beautiful images in this jared. youve finely captured a talent for the pictorials. |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 08/14/06 at 04:20 AM searingly honest, raw in its confession. searing? raw? ok, maybe the raw steak seared for 30 seconds.....incredibly memorable lines, starting with --- it skips like a stone thrown from the treads of a semi-truck...the sound language alone astounds, as do my other faves -- whispy flicks of the wrist, dancing in my own skin...very powerful, especially if you consider removing the last line. i think that the line before it packs such a punch, that it's a stronger ending point. imagine reading this aloud, and "here......or there." wow. POTD worthy for sure. PK |
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