The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 12/9/08

[BlueIris]

"Sagittarius"

Something dislocates.
I find me trying, to be
without a predicate.
For once a blueprint is no guarantee
against anonymity.

The self-set questionnaire
of circumstance
can't make all square.
Aspects jar.
A day with jagged edges and
minutes sharp to breathe through
bars retreat to neat
articulation;

derides the juggling skeletons
of sounds I blame
for these complexities:
Mercury, Moon, Jupiter
when I was born were placed
all wrong.
Sometimes the stars' perplexities
are fun, but now, not even names,
just pain; thoughts hurt.

The mind's an aggravated boil,
needs lancing; but no tool
—unless maybe
these jigsaw shards
of useless personality.

At last I can forget
the self-made self and work
to turn the spheres and all
that matters of "I am"
into this it
that is.

—Veronica Forrest-Thompson

[I Have A Dream]

1. Thank you, BI. I liked it!

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[BlueIris]

2. Awww, a comment. Thank you!

I didn't think this would draw much attention in here, but since it's one of the most A, S & AH forum appropriate poems I've found, I wanted to post it anyway.