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The unheard hound

Submitted by Edward nigma on Wed, 2022-12-07 11:33

The hurriedly hushed
hound who
passionately persists
to pant and pound
out his hazy half hummed howl
holding its pale painted
point into view .
Wishing that each
and every word
would be like
a blissful
bird of buoyant blue.
gracefully growing
up firm fresh
and free.

Fully flying off
into someone
else’s ears
to tenderly
tell his heart
touched tales
trembling within
life’s trampled
trails of tears .
Forever frozen within
The flashing fragility of fear.

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Lavender

Thu, 2022-12-08 18:58

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Hello, Edward,
"...wishing that each and every word would be like a blissful bird of buoyant blue..." To me, this line reveals the title and the theme. Very visual.
Thank you,
L

Edward nigma

Fri, 2022-12-09 15:31

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I wrote this while sitting in a hospital bed just after getting a whole drilled into my skull listening to harry chapin story of a life . Which gave me the idea that everyone secretly yearns to be like a chain they’re thoughts always connected in some way. Wanting to be understood but the irony is that is also they’re greatest fear . What if they don’t like whats behind the curtain . What if what’s revealed is that the thing you longed the most had already faded long ago. Your left always quivering beneath the questions of what if .which inevitably leaves you frozen in time and letting the chance roll by . .
https://youtu.be/CpY-aPrhhMQ

Hlm life without literature is a life without logic.

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Lavender

Fri, 2022-12-09 18:12

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of thoughts being connected, but I also believe people are connected, and that's very important. With so many years behind me, I have realized the things I once longed for, and thought would make me happy turned out to be fleeting. Much like Harry Chapin's song, what stayed with me was not just "a life" - it was "my" life. Thank you, Edward!
L

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