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This is a poem
To me, a wordsmith without words
A man startled by his own powerful reflection.
Hath i potential to raise seas?
Possibly, but i wrap firmly beneath a facade,
of "the guy who could be more"
I feel safe and my territorial manners
jump starts a defense mechanism
Anger replaces the bitterness
of "what ifs" and "could've beens"
So this is to me and my dreaded inability
i stand a butterfly with clipped wings
And that it seems is just me
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Noetic-fret!

Sat 26th Dec 2009 15:57

Hi Ridge, i have never come across your work before. But i sit reading this and all too well the meaning in the words you write. This is a really thoughtful poem, even if it appears to be looking inwards it shows a great deal of self perception. Nice work blue.
Stay well and I hope you're enjoying the festivities. I will keep a watch out for you so i can read more of your work.

Truly a nice piece.

mike

PS, the best line for me - i stand a butterfly with clipped wings.

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