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Conflict Resolution in 1964 by ~Magenta512:iconMagenta512:



In some other space,
seconds are splitting like nuclear atoms—
matter reduced
  to fission and ordered chaos
invariable planes colliding, sweet as purple
       pop rocks stinging the roofs of ten hundred hungry children’s
mouths.  Time is break-
                                   ing, scattering like cat’s eye marbles
   (shooters castrated or dead), each round and lucid
as forgiveness, forgetting
who said     what    and where, no matter—
a circle drawn in sand, nothing left
to war against.
©2007-2009 ~Magenta512
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Author's Comments

A poem about a fight with my sig other. And maybe some other deep thinking stuff too. You decide.

EDIT: Thanks to everyone for reading my work, for the love and comments, and the DA for the Daily Deviation mention!

Daily Deviation

Given 2007-11-07

Conflict Resolution in 1964 by ~Magenta512 'uses speech patterns, metaphors, and images to create the idea she is trying to put across.' (Suggested by `WineWriter and Featured by `PoeticWar)

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:iconwinewriter:
It's too early in the morning for me to be giving a proper comment, but I want you to know how much I like this poem. Great imagery, and it's wonderful how you're showing us the story, not telling us, as many writers are tempted to do.

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Lt. Maria Laguerta: So then he must have already had the head with him in the front seat. Huh, that's weird. Why would he keep it there?
Dexter Morgan: I don't know. So he could use a carpool lane.
:iconmagenta512:
Thanks so much. I read some of your writing. You're quite talented.

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"Don't dream it; be it." - RHPS :spork:
:iconwinewriter:
I'm glad you think so. :)

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Lt. Maria Laguerta: So then he must have already had the head with him in the front seat. Huh, that's weird. Why would he keep it there?
Dexter Morgan: I don't know. So he could use a carpool lane.
:iconfly-butterfly-fly:
Only three comments and three favorites on such a fantastic piece? That's insane. I love this piece, and probably my favorite part of it all is that you didn't come right out in the poem and state what it's about.

Congrats on the Daily Deviation! :+fav:

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:iconcrystajenn:
It's short, but the form and imagery is strangely appealing. Me likey.

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~ Crysta

"The very existence of flame-throwers proves that some time, somewhere, someone said to themselves, 'You know, I want to set those people over there on fire, but I'm just not close enough to get the job done.'"
- George Carlin
:iconkakitiss:
Beautiful work. :) Sometimes the saddest times are the most inspiring. :)

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:iconevil-yuffie:
That's a beautiful poem, I love the imagery.

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:iconnegated:
a circle drawn in sand, nothing left
to war against.



:heart:



this poem is just delicious to read aloud.

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| MIMESIS |
:iconthe-imagined:
its very niceish. i felt as though i was watching a movie instead of reading a poem. good job! *goes back to sleep* i like your author tag. does it mean anything?

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the imagined have been here...
:iconrainydaysmile:
Fantastic piece!

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They search for the method in our madness while we dare them to find the madness in our method.

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