Living in the Gap
A paradox of anticipation and fear
A paradox of anticipation and fear
Will this day grant me the privilege of time
Allow the nausea of reflection
To regurgitate my thoughts
upon the porcelain page
To regurgitate my thoughts
upon the porcelain page
I buckle under the weight of unleashed expression
Freaked out that my truth has been flushed away
Or will my dream gather like lint in the dryer
Until solid
Filtered
Filtered
Cradled in my arthritic hand?
Debris
I stretch the bulls-eye
tattooed
back
deeply vulnerable
Just when the moment is ripe
God places a pearl of great price at my weary feet
The first dart
lodges between my blades
Dangling like a chad
Challenging my right
To speak
truth
In the wee hours
Of my glory be
When time fails to exist
The second dart
Lands
A direct hit
Spine
A direct hit
Spine
The archer of envy
Stands triumphant
Over the twisted pile of wreckage
But she fails to remember
I come from debris
And from dust I shall return
Triumphant
And from dust I shall return
Triumphant
I think poetry can convey an intangible truth. Like a breeze it ripples the the placid water. Thoughts…
I’ll be Living in the Gap, join me?
Living in the Gap 
A bulls-eye! Love it!
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It reads backwards perfectly – did you mean to do that? I think it is just as interesting the other way. JB
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Thank you
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I tried to read backwards and it does have a slightly altered meaning or maybe it becomes clearer? Thanks for the idea.
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Wait…it keeps changing?
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I reserve the right to edit for the next 24 hours! Keep up!
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Poetry, like singing comes from deeper… twisting emotions thoughts in a mist. We often can't don't know what the writer's story is…but we apply our own experiences and feel. smg
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That is the best we can hope for and of course the beautiful connection that comes from the shared experience!
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