My attempt

My manic disassociation leads to

panicked misappropriation

file folders in my mind

folding organization

into boxes with no sides

Where have all the humans gone

Where have all the humans gone

Worlds weighted and waiting

On skyscrapers or turtles

Backs hunched and aching

Tears wept of statues

Letter headed literature

Now I wonder

Now I wonder

We all can see

Yes we all can see

With the bright angularity

Of disgusting and open clarity

Giving out

the legs and the coins

thrown in the faces of little girls

and small boys

◄ The Triangle

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Juan Pablo Lynch

Tue 31st Jan 2017 20:36

Thanks a lot for clearing things up for me Jeff and Alex. Really appreciate to hear the interpretation of the poem from the poet who wrote it.

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Alexandra Rockwell Lorenz

Thu 26th Jan 2017 12:17

I'm glad you all enjoyed it or were intruiged by it.

Jeff is correct about the line about the turtles and skyscrapers.

Juan- thank you for sharing your interpretation. I always enjoy hearing how other people read my work.

This poem is about my inability to classify and make sense of the world. I often feel distressed that I cannot see the bigger picture, but rather focus on very small observations. The last two lines refer to the fact that children are often the ones to suffer when adults can't seem to get their shit together. I'll do a more thorough explanation when I am more awake!

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Raj Ferds

Thu 26th Jan 2017 09:03

Thanks for sharing Alexandra. That really drew me in and left me pondering, pondering.

Beautifully crafted and very thought provoking. Well done!


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Thu 26th Jan 2017 04:43

I'd agree with's though provoking but accessible too. For me turtles & skyscrapers refer to the universe & how it's held up...turtles I think are from Hindu ( but hijacked by cosmologists) & skyscrapers the more modern take on it..Jeff....

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Juan Pablo Lynch

Thu 26th Jan 2017 02:34

Alexandra, this piece is very interesting and thought provoking. It seems to me that the persona in this poem is a young child in distress.
There are some things that I don't get though, specifically the 'On skyscrapers or turtles' line. I want to chalk it up to...I don't know. The line puzzles me. However, that just makes the poem all the more interesting to me.
Thanks for sharing.

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