peripheral me

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peripheral me

i was there
i have pictures

but i only remember moments
in a cartoon flipbook kind of way
a contact image every so often
lost in the filmy pages
of an artist's charactures.
 
i was there.
ok.. i was half there.
summed up in cigarette smoke
the wresting haze of hormones
eyeing the pretty faces
every smooth creamy cheek
intimidated and lusting after
those who spoke in calculus equations
those who didn't seek out
the karnal facets
i always seemed to.
 
i was there.
and then i wasn't.
glad to be gone
but never as far away
as i thought i'd be.
what i was then
i don't even know;
there is no course
no trail back
to find out
and i'm content
with the pathlessness
and the barely recalled
animal hunger
of that skinny girl
who is no longer me.

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federallawman commented on peripheral me

06-02-2009

So many things have happened in my life time, I try to remember but I only remember in bits and pieces. All that we have become has become a blur. But it defines our character. We don't always know why we are who we are but it is because of these blurs. I understand, very well put.

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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