Tuesday, February 26, 2013

openlinknight: buzz

Impermanent haze pretends
to mask shards of incompetence.
If the scared soul could stand still,
root deep,
maybe wounds replete with animosity could heal,
could seal in hopeful juices not rancid,
rank.

Flitting souls abound, drown
in too much noise.
(Silence isn't golden anymore.)
And how many years will pass,
will fly through digitally-enhanced
fingers flinging words through space,
trying to replace touch
with pixelated versions better
suited for the fantastical
because ordinary just won't do?

The stimulation shark has no threshold,
you know:
bottomless pits,
feeding frenzies,
more, more, more, please
to appease
the questions,
doubts,
fears
of unarmed brains willingly
passing power over --
all for
a second-long
buzz.

**It's OpenLinkNight. Bring your poem, and share it with the dVerse crew here. All are welcome!

19 comments:

  1. I love this one Lori! "If the scared soul could stand still,root deep,
    maybe wounds replete with animosity could heal"
    I can so relate to that! I really love the visual of every line. So well done! :)

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  2. Always the demand for more, because more is not quantifiable, unlike enough. Love the image of the stimulation shark!

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  3. dang...nice energy in this lori...you had me up front with if we could just stand still...or maybe pause....but the more more more...it pulls us on and where does that leave us....

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  4. Wow, some depthful writing here. Silence isn't golden anymore. I wonder if it ever was. And the stimulation shark with no threshold, bottomless pits, feeding frenzies. So much to digest here, Lori.

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  5. These lines resonated with me:

    trying to replace touch
    with pixelated versions better
    suited for the fantastical
    because ordinary just won't do?

    Great to see you Lori ~

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  6. Sucked into such a state can be a sad fate, lot of energy today surely at your bay.

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  7. What EVER the obsession, addiction, it didn't (doesn't?) matter. All I ever wanted, Lori, was more, MORE...M O R E! M O R E!

    In no amount of change or rehab or program(s) can it be obliterated. Always there is a ghost left behind--which can return to haunt the house.

    EVERY SET OF LINES HAVE GREAT MEANING FOR ME. Also, I have to learn to turn OFF my CAPS--smiling!

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  8. A strong write, Lori. Love these lines.. "If the scared soul could stand still,root deep,
    maybe wounds replete with animosity could heal" great!

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  9. The stimulation shark has no threshold.... Brilliant!
    You captured so much of contemporary life here.

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  10. Now this is very thought provoking. You've presented a lot of truth here. I especially like this:
    "Flitting souls abound, drown
    in too much noise.
    (Silence isn't golden anymore.)"

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  11. in a way we're adrenaline junkies and the internet creates a world where many things are possible that aren't in real life...and yeah..think we have to be careful not to get lost there...pause more often..

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  12. The stimulation shark - oh, that's an image I will treasure forever and repeat, if you don't mind!

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  13. oh, Lori. i love this. evocative and poignant.

    so glad i jumped over to say hi, friend. blessings to you.

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  14. yes this.
    If the scared soul could stand still,root deep,
    maybe wounds replete with animosity could heal

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  15. Here, Here! The message is spot-on and I like how the speed picks up in the third stanza :) ~peace, Jason

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  16. I knew you were good with words - but this is just amazing :-)

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  17. Wow, what a thrill this was to read out loud. Excellent.

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  18. a deep resonant swirl , Chris http://velvetmedia.wordpress.com/

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