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Comfort [The Dead Zone]
by Laura DoomI consider the invitation.
Are there particular readers
who have an interest
in what we write?
Are there readers
who have a particular interest
in what we write?
Are particular readers
particularly interested
in our particulars?
I am all questions
I answer them with more questions.
The part of me
that corresponds to 'heart' or 'soul'
that corresponds with itself
behind closed eyes
is not to be trusted.
Brain feeds mind
irrational scenarios
that cause, in affect
irreparable damage.
The body is weak
and no longer mine to control
when it comes
to instinct and self-preservation.
The lore of gravity is singing
serious hymns
and frivolous enchantments
neither of which attracts
a significant show of faith.
The government, conservative as it is
insists I no longer exist.
I am given choices
in contemplating implications
yet I have no choice
but to trust in yours.
I'm inclined
to invite no other. 08/30/2011 Posted on 08/30/2011
Copyright © 2024 Laura Doom
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 08/30/11 at 11:42 AM "The lore of gravity is singing
serious hymns"--I love the way this reads aloud. So many great lines to choose from. The whole thing deserves to be read, actually. Lovely. |
| Posted by Jim Benz on 08/30/11 at 01:13 PM or: "mind feeds brain / rational scenarios / that cause, in effect / irascible damage control." But that's just my instinctive inclinations presuming to speak (non)sense ... |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 08/30/11 at 08:27 PM You are now speaking of my comfort zone. Half way between the rational and irr... Nice write lady. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 10/21/11 at 11:28 PM I read. Therefore you exist --and I am glad that you do. If you didn't, then I wouldn't be reading and not only would you not exist, I would start to doubt my own existence. :) |
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