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Since the rip and snatch, I've been in over my head
so far,
seek for bubbles downstream
caught on a rock
and you will find
me beneath
clearly shimmering.

I told the one who holds my hand
let go
let go
but gum beneath a school desk holds on
for years and years
stuck while the world turns upside down
turns over and over
Double Bubble gone to seed
caught in carved initials and hearts
and secret notes
in secret secluded voids and places
Who knows or remembers
what they said above X's and O's and ABC's?

Let me go! I scream.
Let go of me, my hand, my arm, my me.
Let me off at bottom solstice
and I will float away in space.

I met an angry man once
He had his way with me
and cursed my dreams
to ruin whilst I slept.

Let's count together to three
Let me slip away
skip away from your grasp
and I swear I'll tell you of the trip.

I met a child a while ago
who saw a broken moon
It was pale yellow and pocked
and he was lonesome blue.
They blinked a winky smile
high pitched whistles turned my head
I don't understand
why Atlas holds fast to me
my heart, my arm, my hand.

I tell you now, I'm in too deep
ever a turn away
I can't tell you what I know
asleep or awake or breathless,
I am a failure till I hit a shallow.

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The following comments are for "Tell Me Why There Are Muddy Puddles on Mountaintops"
by williamhill

Tell Me Why....
"Let me off at bottom solstice/ and I will float away in space." is by far my favourite line in this, just because it is...

thoughtful this, reminds me of the tendency of memory/thought/feeling to completely overwhelm useful purpose and forward motion and our tendency as humans to snag and stick and flounderů "I am a failure till I hit a shallow." know that feeling, I think...

not so sure about the angry man or the child with the broken moon. Enigmatic figures in their own right I have trouble picturing them as part of the poem as a whole... but then that could just be 'cause I don't "get" it yet...

either way, enjoyable read and much food for thought, will be coming back to this. good stuff.

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: November 25, 2006 )

I'm looking at this poem as if my life were caught up in it...a man feeling he is pulling a woman down and not wanting her to drown with him..The woman holding on for dear life wanting to help fix him. Been there, done that...not too sure about the old man and the boy unless they were both you at different times in your life...seems you want the world to stop so you can get off...but what the heck do I know...any-who...I liked it...Kacee

( Posted by: Nitz Kitty [Member] On: November 25, 2006 )

Charlie's alter ego.
Hey Charlie...nice to see you again. Really thought usual!

It's your inner self that won't let go...he knows your true worth, while your shallow self is wallowing in dissapointment and despair.

Heed him...for he knows you best!


( Posted by: Beatrice Boyle [Member] On: November 25, 2006 )

One of your best
There's so much emotion packed into these lines, all linked to senses and memories, all concrete and real. And all quite literate as well, full of little pushes and devices leading the reader in various directions. Loved it through and through.

( Posted by: viper9 [Member] On: November 29, 2006 )

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