Stream of Unconsciousness

May 23, 2010
By feedingclouds BRONZE, Cranford, New Jersey
feedingclouds BRONZE, Cranford, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
You are the music while the music lasts.
T.S. Eliot

Unconscious, she swims
the yin-yang river,
moon climbing upstream:
she guides its polarity.
She is the leader,
they say,
of this body of water.
The silver of her teeth
become the scales of the fish;
Her swirling strands of hair
are the waves that form a
tenuous river, rippling muscle
underneath the wet blue paint.
Hands and nose and lips are cold;
her exterior begs for nourishment.
Warm, full of heat,
her soul thrives and sings.

The author's comments:
I wrote this in school, when I was tired of the work and listlessness, and so folded in on myself and concentrated. I wrote the poem this way. To the people who read this: I'm not advocating calling off schoolwork, but do remember that there's a deeper level of thought instead of day-to-day life.

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This article has 2 comments.

sunshine said...
on Jul. 14 2010 at 8:22 am
I really like this. It's gorgeous.

dreamcatcher said...
on Jun. 26 2010 at 6:48 am
I love this type of poems, a lot of personification, a lot of metaphor. Both are used beautifully in this poem. Love it.

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