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Flies in the ointment. (Free verse) by darby pyn Her well is shallow and Iâm discarded plankton stuck in
the edging. living in symbiotic misery with the dregs
of her creation. climbing up the cobblestone scales
to the light of day
rehearsing the prescription with ardent persistence.
why must I suffer for acceptance! she shrugs with her
head held low in a permanent slouch. I realize then
I will never pierce her cerebral armor.
Up the ladder:
Untitled 26
Down the ladder:
Midnight Scribblings
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Posted: July 9, 2005 9:44 PM PDT; Last modified: July 9, 2005 9:44 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.8013287 Overall Rank: 11173 Comments:
I'm confused as hell on this one.
sorry it confused you.
it was not my intention to be vague. 183 view(s)
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discarded plankton. microscopic food for fish.
discarded to emphasize the lack of care for.
head held down in a permanent slouch.
it suggest the ambiguous response to the question asked.
thanks for the questions.
hope it explains what I meant.