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07 November 2007

snapshot poem 07 november 02007

the string has broken
i pick up the beads
of my life

they are dissonant
discordant
there is no harmony here

was there ever a pattern?
some have fallen
into the grate

i'll never retrieve them
they are rolling down
a long culvert

it is dark here, unnavigable
i am lost
listen, the beads are rattling

pick up this one, this one
place them on the paper
one, then another. another.

these words on this page.
one, then another. another.
was there ever a pattern?

these poems fall through
the grate, they roll down
a long culvert

they rattle against the dark

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well, of course, I love this one!

Posted by: beadbabe49 | 07 November 2007 at 05:58 PM

It is evocative poetry as far as I can see. I could see the beads rattling...

Posted by: gautami tripathy | 07 November 2007 at 11:57 PM

"was there ever a pattern?
some have fallen
into the grate
i'll never retrieve them"

Indeed! I love the existential question you pose twice - was there ever a pattern? Very evocative.

Posted by: Dennis | 08 November 2007 at 05:18 AM

I really like this, it's clever, evocative, well done.

Posted by: Jo | 08 November 2007 at 05:51 AM

:-) I love the pattern of short lines in orderly three, bead-links down the page.

Lovely poem.

Posted by: dale | 08 November 2007 at 06:51 AM

I like the way it rolls out on the tongue and rattles to the floor. 3tu

Posted by: Alan Bender | 08 November 2007 at 07:09 AM

"They rattle against the dark"
I was stuck on this line, it evoked so many different things in my mind.
wonderful

Posted by: rambler | 08 November 2007 at 08:37 AM

The bead and grate images are...great. I like hearing the rattling. As I sit at a public computer with rattling keyboard, I can (even better)hear the imagery.

Posted by: ...deb | 08 November 2007 at 09:24 AM

I like this very much. I sure can identify with your words. Which poem did you chose? Great job!
Also your site is awesome!!!!

love-Melanie-bd

Posted by: Beloved Dreamer-Melanie | 08 November 2007 at 11:09 AM

Really wonderful. I love the connection between poems and beads.

Posted by: Holly Mac | 08 November 2007 at 11:33 AM

Interesting! Lost, dark, mysterious and wondering. Very nice.

Posted by: Tumblewords | 08 November 2007 at 11:56 AM

Wow, do I love this poem...and these three lines especially moved me:

it is dark here, unnavigable
i am lost
listen, the beads are rattling

Posted by: Fledgling Poet | 08 November 2007 at 12:15 PM

Love the comparison of beads to poetry! It's fresh and quirky. ~Linda

Posted by: Linda Jacobs | 08 November 2007 at 04:16 PM

I love this. Complex as a shifting bead curtain parting to show the beyond.

Posted by: rr | 09 November 2007 at 09:14 AM

I'm awe of people like you who can weave such a poem from a prompt and photo.

Posted by: my backyard | 09 November 2007 at 11:07 AM

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