Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Doubt

photo by Louis-Philippe Demers

…I mentally shredded layer by layer with my semi-ruined collection of possibilities its fragile alike cardboard essence.

Under the one human roof, we shared, I felt totally different feral & insatiable, ever-present spirit, contained crestfallen dust of failures, wounds…

Would it be there a chance to connect in dismal future through the hOurs-stones of silence…

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21 comments:

  1. FireblossomFebruary 19, 2014 at 3:54 PM

    That's a really striking photo you've chosen to go with your post.

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  2. UnknownFebruary 19, 2014 at 3:56 PM

    wow - you said a lot there in a few words well done

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  3. Old EggFebruary 19, 2014 at 4:17 PM

    In answer to the question the answer is "Yes" however by adapting it will change you so that future human contact may be untenable. Just keep him well oiled!

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    1. humbirdFebruary 19, 2014 at 6:30 PM

      Now...imagine this words belong to biorobot...

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  4. Brian MillerFebruary 19, 2014 at 4:23 PM

    you ended up with something quite emotive out of this...the first, the shredding of the possibilities....the feeling of the emotion there in the middle...

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  5. Pat HattFebruary 19, 2014 at 7:40 PM

    There is always a chance, just maybe not at first glance

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  6. Kenia SantosFebruary 19, 2014 at 9:20 PM

    Hello Humbird! Thanks for writing to my prompt, it's always great to come read you, this is beautifu, I like the way you arranged verses, I love the poem, especially the second verse!!!

    Take care and keep smiling. <3

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  7. Susie ClevengerFebruary 19, 2014 at 10:58 PM

    This is pages of meaning written in just a few words...love that second stanza

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  8. Purple AssassinFebruary 19, 2014 at 11:38 PM

    Beautiful. :D

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  9. SusanFebruary 20, 2014 at 3:30 AM

    In what guise would she meet, once layers are shred? A most provocative poem!

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  10. Jae RoseFebruary 20, 2014 at 7:40 AM

    I like the new format you have used here humbird..the image definitely adds to the story..it feels like an internal journey

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  11. ClaudiaFebruary 20, 2014 at 11:27 AM

    the hOurs-stones of silence...oh i like...

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  12. gabrielleFebruary 20, 2014 at 3:42 PM

    The layers of self-doubt, the identity of separation.
    So expressively conveyed in this piece.
    The image conveys both the tearing down of the old and the possibility of connection that lives in the silence.

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  13. humbirdFebruary 20, 2014 at 7:54 PM

    Thank you, friends for thoughtful comments! I enjoyed all of them ! Much Love <3

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  14. Sheilagh LeeFebruary 20, 2014 at 8:08 PM

    powerful statements

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  15. GailFebruary 20, 2014 at 9:23 PM

    Creative and full of possibilities.

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  16. SanchoFebruary 21, 2014 at 2:59 AM

    You lost me. But that was always going to happen, I guess.

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  17. Kerry O'ConnorFebruary 21, 2014 at 7:26 AM

    I really like the hour stones of silence. That is a great combination.

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  18. EllaFebruary 21, 2014 at 12:59 PM

    I loved your words and could feel them-I know stones of silence, yet words lift us out of the cardboard roof ;D

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  19. AnonymousFebruary 21, 2014 at 1:08 PM

    I do get a sense of the android voice here ~

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