Thursday, June 25, 2009

On The Hillside Comments

Rating: 5.0

On the hillside, minds innocently running, bodies parallel to the blanketed stars. Smiling, pointing with our elderly fingers to a multitude of caricatures - forms constantly changing to match our resonance. Our frequencies. But isn't that just it?

It's as if they're only there to acquire us. Existing not as true beings but like pseudo-opaque, two-dimensional paint stains barring us from the light. Yet we acknowledge them anyways, even going so far as to identify them with things of the past. Phantoms on center stage, acting out in an invisible play.
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Kale Beaudry
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Chloe Young 07 July 2009

i agree, a very deep and mature poems and has a different and easy to read style. i really like it <3

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Bhaswat Chakraborty 07 July 2009

This is a very interesting work. Deep existential questions are being asked within a 'normal' pretext. The poem also reads very well, good flow and style.......

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they simply exist as frequency matchups... hills will remain there where they are..nothing changes and does any body knwo about ti? very good write. altogether new different style for me....

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Lady Grace 01 July 2009

the last line answers the question...grace

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think surya handled the commenting well. this shows you are aware n versatile.

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Surya . 29 June 2009

a deep and serious poem highlighting certain issues.words are chsen with carew this para is wonderful 'On the hillside, we look at vapors and laugh at their resemblance, even though it's a trick of the mind. Nobody will ever see their True Form, not even those who already know. Questions rush to mind... if they simply exist as frequency matchups, do they exist at all? What does that say about us? We are... normal. ' yes we are normal voted10 surya

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Kale Beaudry

Kale Beaudry

Vancouver, BC, Canada
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