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Poetry posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
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A Fool's Thoughts - 6. Back

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A hesitant step, much too small,

to be seen.

A quiet word, not enough,

To be heard.

A deep breath, an inner push:

Naked in the light.

Even though fully clothed,

He shivers.

 

Goes back to the safe place,

Black, as it is his nature.

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Poetry posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
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I'm not sure I have a sense of what it means, but it is provocative and beautiful. It invites multiple readings, that's for sure.

 

Thanks for posting it!

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So all of this fit how I feel about posting my poetry until I got to the last bit about a black nature. I'm curious as to what brought you to write this.
And yes I read this in a whisper too.

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I picture a scared little kid watching other kids play in the playground or at recess. He wants to join them and be part of a group, laughing and having fun with the other kids, but his anxiety (or shyness) is keeping him away, in the shadows, in his blackness.

 

It was a very sad poem, Addy, but maybe I'm just reading too much into it.

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I totally understood this person, comfortable only in his seclusion. He's timid, he tries, barely... forces it, exposes himself and feels exposed... it is too much, and he retreats. To safety... his nature... wonderful, Adi... sometimes being the center of attention is tremendously difficult to endure, even if you're not timid. I felt every word, and I loved it... well done, my friend... cheers... Gary...

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On 01/08/2016 06:25 AM, AC Benus said:

I'm not sure I have a sense of what it means, but it is provocative and beautiful. It invites multiple readings, that's for sure.

 

Thanks for posting it!

Thank you, AC. 'Multiple readings' is good. I love to hear/read those, what people make of my words. :)

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On 01/08/2016 08:05 AM, J.HunterDunn said:

Timid and shy ... and beautiful black is back. It invited me to read in a whisper.

Thanks, Adi, perfect as always.

'Timid and shy' Definitely. And yes for me black is beautiful. 'To read in a whisper' I love this. 'Perfect as always' :blush:

Thank you, Peter. :)

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On 01/08/2016 09:44 AM, dughlas said:

So all of this fit how I feel about posting my poetry until I got to the last bit about a black nature. I'm curious as to what brought you to write this.

And yes I read this in a whisper too.

I'm curious as to what brought you to write this' I'd rather not say. But seeing how you feel about posting your poetry, which I liked very much btw, I already got part of it.

For me black is linked to beautiful things, feelings and experiences, no bad things at all.

Thank you dugh, for whispering my poem. :)

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On 01/08/2016 11:41 AM, Lisa said:

I picture a scared little kid watching other kids play in the playground or at recess. He wants to join them and be part of a group, laughing and having fun with the other kids, but his anxiety (or shyness) is keeping him away, in the shadows, in his blackness.

 

It was a very sad poem, Addy, but maybe I'm just reading too much into it.

You can't read too much into this. If you picture this, it's perfectly right. Thank you, Lisa. :)

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On 01/08/2016 04:08 PM, Headstall said:

I totally understood this person, comfortable only in his seclusion. He's timid, he tries, barely... forces it, exposes himself and feels exposed... it is too much, and he retreats. To safety... his nature... wonderful, Adi... sometimes being the center of attention is tremendously difficult to endure, even if you're not timid. I felt every word, and I loved it... well done, my friend... cheers... Gary...

What can I say Gary? You certainly understood this person. Thank you for sharing your thoughts. :)

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