by Debashish Haar
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Rated "G" by the Author.
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It’s 2:30 am, pacing on the terrace:
I see me ricochet against the edge
of an open window on the fourth floor.
I feel a strange numbness: a speck of ash
scatters, the end left to fall:
tumble and swing in mid air.
There’s no spark as the stub hits the ground.
I begin each day at 7:00 am
somewhere near the spot
where the stub hit the ground.
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|Reviewed by E Ridgell
|Like this!...strong use of metaphor yet leaving the "voice" in the know with the reader left to muse of the precise relationship....ed :)|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|though we sometimes fantasize or visualize our insignificant demise, we still move on, hopefully to transcend its grasp on our self-perspective or sense of being ...
exceptional concept development ...
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|Conjures for me that surreal moment of falling exhausted into a sleep where you KNOW that the next moment you will be aware of is the live-and-wide-awake moment of starting the day's cycle all over again - very much like Peter says below.
However, I have a vivid recall of this scenario, somehow; it is so sharp - is this a redraft of an earlier exquisite gem that I can have remembered? If so, I'm amazed that my brain is so efficient on the one hand and yet fully cogniscent that your writing is of such a calibre that your images ARE indeed fully memorable. It IS a true capture of our most surreal between-conscious-states moments... xx
|Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
|Wonderful piece! I often am victim of crazed night-time visions and bursts of fancy before awaking in the AM to start another day's toil.|