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Tuesday 7 June 2011

The Wind Farm


Written by James Christopher Sheppard

Maybe,
I’m ok being alone?
Hidden away
at times like treasure
at times like bones
crushed
and hoarded like a newspaper from the day I was born.
Pointlessly wasting time,
Is this hiding?
I cannot be                 seen,              heard,                         felt.
My page, however, remains
electronically
for your information.
Powered, perhaps, by the wind farm I saw on my walk today,
Miles off shore,          white against dense light gray.         Almost invisible. Mostly unnoticed.

Her face still sits as it did two years ago,
next to her name,
written largely and proud as if she is announcing herself
like the rest of us.
Only the page is now filled with ‘I miss you’s’

and has become the only gateway
for us to her
As if it has out-lived her
As the wind farm will out-live us
and keep our pages of pictures and perceptions there, for all to see,
regardless
of our fleshy bodies
and regardless of our distorted realities. 

12 comments:

  1. love this. the pacing is so great - urgent. nicely done.

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  2. "only the page is now filled with 'i miss you's'"....i very much enjoyed reading your poem because of the great sensitivity and creativity and deepest of heartfelt emotions so openly expressed...the stylization adds to the build up and intensity pleading to be realized..."the wind farm will out-live us and keep our pages of pictures and perceptions there, for all to see, regardless of our fleshy bodies and regardless of our distorted realities"...wow i cannot say enough about your wording and how they grab hold of my thoughts...

    you are totally free in your writing and you do not place any limitations on writing, as poetry has no boundaries and is the one place we can go that it truly free...

    hope more people find your poem and comment...

    amazing poem...

    sincerely,

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  3. this is great...love the structure you used and an engaging write from the get go...treasure, bones newspaper from the day i was born...that is where you grabbed me...heavy on the emo the further it goes...nice one shot

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  4. Hoarding all your treauses away
    Hoping they'll be of use some day
    Being ok with yourself
    As you fill another shelf
    Nothing wrong with that
    To this write I tip my hat

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  5. Ah, thanks for all your feedback guys- that was all really positive and encouraging. First poem I have written in about a month too. Think I've got my groove back! :)

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  6. :) Your groove is definitely back I think?

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  7. A poem full of heartfelt emotion.

    Nicely done!

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  8. Interesting and a log to think about. Thanks.

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  9. Thank you Ina! :) And thank heavens- my mind started to turn to mush! Haha! Thanks guys. :)

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  10. This is beautiful, absolutely beautiful not a line I did not love

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