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Beyond the haze
by Christine ThibeaultCatalyst aims accurately and
forcefully taps each nerve like a domino.
one by one specs of doubt circle around;
each uniting...
the haze of gray is blinding.
Tripping now a familiar dance...
stepping over these uniting specs
seems almost impossible...
strong the desire to just dance alone.
The addiction to see beyond the haze starves,
everything aches...
the urge unsatisfied.
No longer willing for whirling thoughts
to be in limbo, persistence makes
an entrance so grand ...
the thickened haze begins to thin as
internal instincts are trusted.
At last a beautiful solo dance,
all aches finally soothed...
the urge satisfied. 01/26/2010 Author's Note: ~Interested to see the different perceptions
taken of those reading this,
and comparing to the intent~
Posted on 01/26/2010
Copyright © 2025 Christine Thibeault
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 01/27/10 at 02:46 AM Sounds like the churnings of a mind in some turmoil that finally settles the Question at hand and itself in the same moment...but I could be off. Interesting under any interpretative awning..:0 |
| Posted by Johnny Crimson on 01/27/10 at 02:16 PM It's always better alone. Interpret that. ha. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/27/10 at 02:59 PM Interesting and no less than engaging as hell across every line. I liked it a lot. |
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