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A New Kind of Friday

I was on a taut tightrope today.
It was huge. You could look inside
me and see these excited little bugs
dancing all around, and all of my
muscles were doing the dancing
on the tightrope. You would not see
this on the outside, but you would see
a guy who seemed okay. I wasn’t hating
myself today, and you don’t have to
call it god, but this terrific hurricane
of good came through me and sparkled
all of my rotten organs and fused me
with these lights that blazed out to
the paintings on the walls of the old
red brick building with the intricate
white front, and when I walked over
the bridge, all of the purple birds
inside of me started chirping music
that delighted my soul.

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  1. #1 by scribbla on July 16, 2011 - 10:14 am

    Fantastic choice of imagery to describe the process. And I dig the positivity.

    • #2 by Carl on July 17, 2011 - 10:36 am

      Thank you for your comment. The positivity felt awkward and uncomfortable, perhaps too Prima Donna…

  2. #3 by Carl D'Agostino on July 16, 2011 - 10:15 am

    Let some of the outside marinade soak in.

    • #4 by Carl on July 17, 2011 - 10:36 am

      Soaking, Soaking!!!

  3. #5 by Fountains on July 16, 2011 - 11:36 am

    “A terrific hurricane of good came through” and “I was on a taut tightrope today” – love those lines. Was very intrigued by this poem, and I like your style.

    • #6 by Fountains on July 16, 2011 - 11:37 am

      And thank you for the subscription!

      • #7 by Carl on July 17, 2011 - 10:37 am

        Thank you for your comment. I appreciate it. I really enjoyed your work.

        • #8 by Fountains on July 17, 2011 - 11:14 am

          Really? Very happy that you did.

  4. #9 by Indigo Spider on July 16, 2011 - 10:40 pm

    I haven’t commented in a while but I have been reading. You always seem to reach inside and tickle something even if I can’t always describe just what that is. Thanks.

    • #10 by Carl on July 17, 2011 - 10:38 am

      Thank you for commenting. I understand. Sometimes, I think we like things at a gut level, and that is a good thing.

  5. #11 by claudia on July 17, 2011 - 7:35 am

    i like the chirping pink birds…think some of them have their nest down in my chest as well..
    hey – would like to invite you to our new place for a pint of poetry…smiles
    http://dversepoets.com/
    would be great if you’d pop in

    • #12 by Carl on July 17, 2011 - 10:43 am

      Thank you for your comment, Claudia! I have seen the new effort, have subscribed, and I am looking forward to seeing what happens there. I admire you all for creating communities – It is important.

  6. #13 by liv2write2day on July 17, 2011 - 11:21 am

    I could just feel this….incredibly good descriptions, Carl.

    • #14 by Carl on July 18, 2011 - 10:37 pm

      Thank you for your comment. I appreciate it.

  7. #15 by Kay Camden on July 18, 2011 - 10:55 am

    I’m going to crash my cruise boat into that bridge so you have to stay on that side of it.

    • #16 by Carl on July 18, 2011 - 10:38 pm

      You have a cruise boat? I knew you had a trick up your sleeve!

  8. #17 by Val on July 18, 2011 - 8:07 pm

    Wow, there’s some life in this poem. Are you in a positive phase? Love the poem!

    • #18 by Carl on July 18, 2011 - 10:39 pm

      Thank you, Val. The cognitive battle is toward the positive. It’s a good battle when you win once in a while.

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