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Midges in my head

Where do they come from..

Some dark, dank place

Swirling and swarming

Biting and charging

All these midges

Pervading me

Invading me

Everywhere

I am midges

Everything translates

To midges

Take these midges

Make them your own

Frame them

Re-frame them

Do they form

Coherently..

Transparently

Midges of life

Lived

Recorded

Edited

Loved

Regretted

Regenerative

Midges remain

Pulling all the strands

Strings of life

Into a web

A dark cob

Where all the midges

Struggle

Pulling fragments of themselves

Apart

Only to remain

Suspended

Diachronically suspended

Full colour

◄ You gave me flowers..

Snow place to cone ►

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Ann Foxglove

Fri 12th Feb 2010 14:01

I think this poem is unusual and good! Makes me feel tickly inside though! Like the thought of having earwigs in your ears!

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Fri 12th Feb 2010 10:57

Very interesting concept, and penetrating. Life issues encapsulated. Diction and images are clear and strong. I really like it.

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