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Reality Check
by Carmen Ruggero
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Rated "G" by the Author.
Creativity is 10% inspiration, 90% perspirations. Sometimes... we just miss the mark. |
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By Carmen Ruggero
The days grow short and
I know the sunset’s near.
I question and question
the worth of my existence.
I find the answers in broken pieces.
The flame of inspiration,
unwritten pages gathering dust.
Words flow through me,
but they're soon forgotten.
I am nothing but a cosmic grain
aging before its birth,
dying earlier than sunrise.
I’m an icon on planet earth;
no need to remember my name.
Click on my blurry picture
and find me at supper,
digesting desperation,
solitude, alienation,
waiting on the elements
to bring inspiration
and the things that matter…
if I only knew what they were.
Carmen Ruggero .2009
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| Reviewed by Peter Paton |
11/21/2009 |
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You have to keep going Carmen. You have no other choice in life.
If you knew who was walking alongside you every moment of every day, you would never fear or despair again.
It is beautiful to read your poetry again.
God bless and take care
Peter |
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| Reviewed by Annabel Sheila |
5/21/2009 |
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Bravo! Life is about searching...always searching....why am I here, what is my purpose? But I will make them remember me!
Anna |
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| Reviewed by R.D. Pounds |
5/16/2009 |
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Carmen, to fill a vast void inside? to battle futility? your poem shows the quint essence of life without ****... you question - as I do - but in the end, there is no answer. I know it helps to be driven by purpose and duty...so as not to think.
Now that's bright, is it?
much love and hugs
Gina |
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| Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen |
5/15/2009 |
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well said, carmen. indeed what are those things that really matter?... haunting question for a haunting worldly incarnation.
you are a truly an inspired poetess.
be well,
cg
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| Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle |
5/14/2009 |
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Excellent poem,very well written,take care
Edwin |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
5/14/2009 |
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| the mood of this self-reflective poem is quite revealing ... well written, Carmen ... |
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
5/13/2009 |
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Carmen are you reading my thoughts;-) Every so often I feel like this,sorry to have company,rather like to feel up and smiley;-) Excellent write!...
Love,
Eileen |
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
5/13/2009 |
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Powerfully poignant lines, Carmen, effectively penned. Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. |
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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
5/12/2009 |
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deeply poignant and philosophical, Carmen. Some most wonderful and memorable lines here, in particular:
I am nothing but a cosmic grain
ageing before its birth,
dying earlier than sunrise
you have articulated the results of successful struggle with issues of meaning and futility so well here. You turn your subject matter upside down and bring point and power to expressed questioning of pointlessness. Very well done. TY Kate xx
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| Reviewed by andrea hale |
5/12/2009 |
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A very poignant write Carmen with great depth, good to read you again.
Best wishes
Andrea |
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| Reviewed by The Bear Paw |
5/11/2009 |
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Hi Carmen, A cosmic grain sums up what each of really are... this reminds me of words in a song "all i had for dinner was some sleep"...
thank you for sharing this....
In Spirit,
Bear
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
5/11/2009 |
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I am nothing but a cosmic grain
I think that's really all any of us really are, no matter how important some believe they are. |
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