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Zero
by V. Blakeslipping, and existing
a little less each day
and i'm like brakelights on a highway
or rainclouds in a picnic basket
with no excuses
and the friction
of my skin against oxygen
could start a brushfire
on this continuum
and my happiest years
spun counterclockwise
thirty-three rounds per minute
and no one ever questioned
how i disappeared
...slipping... 11/25/2009
Posted on 11/25/2009
Copyright © 2024 V. Blake
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| Posted by George Hoerner on 11/26/09 at 12:26 AM II love the write Vince. Zero plays such an important place in math. Did you know that Aristotle did not believe in "zero"? He also did not believe in a vacuum. He did develop most of the thought we now call “logic” so he was pretty smart. Remember that if you start at one and continually half the distance between one and zero you never get to zero. |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 11/26/09 at 04:32 AM I love the second stanza... The imagery is stuck in my mind. Some things are difficult to put into words, by doing so we can change the meaning. I can't be sure, but I think you've done something remarkable here by pegging it down without over-working it all. Stunning piece, really. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 11/26/09 at 03:45 PM ...vince, this is another good one from you, i too loved, stopped and grinned, the clouds in that basket...lovely twisting of your words in just the right way, a healthy write. |
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