Running Around Circles

Running Around Circles

A Poem by Cole Hayley
"

the world is splitting open at my feet, part four.

"

Running Around Circles 



Her synchronicity lies

in the practical. The grocery 

shopping, the school work. 

It all lies on a straight line, 

far away from the bell-curve.

I don't question her. But

I want to love it, the patterns. 

Im but a shrew to her 

"planned-evenings" and

priorities. 


( She hides her stripes.  

But she sleeps stretched, in a

lioness cast. )


Derived without a faux-judgement

she knows every word:


- Protozoa

- Amoeba

- Euglena

- Ecoli

- Paramecium

- Volvox.


However

She sometimes

  forgets my 

       

         birthday. 


The gyre is winding down,

this circle-running has 

a receptive nature. My dear.

Boredom is a number, 

you recite it in night-sleep.

Tiresome, and dismounted.

A severed bias, for your 

grocery shopping. The

school work.


Our window pane boasts

the truthful fears.

The admission of guilt,

a frailty so inclosed. Blossoms

on the highest esker. You

dream of the most

amazing things. It kills

 to realize, they never

seep through that alloy

casting you enamel. 


Your beautiful voice and

delicate being. I've dreamed

forever of faraway sparklers.

A stone bridge, a nervous

endeavour: brushing the hair 

out of your eyes. Clever words. 


The eraser is cutting

deep, a sleepy prominence.

For us, we know the

plastic that covers our

words. The voiceless

momentum that brought

us along this rocky cliff.

Life is decomposing, we

are aging. The future is 

brittle, so let us go forth

being cautionary and gentle. 


 Steep into paradoxical sleep. 

Close your eyes we will tumble 

down to the ocean. 

© 2012 Cole Hayley


Author's Note

Cole Hayley
Please check out the poetry break in between this one and the next piece "Film". Any review would be GREATLY appericated! thanks! heres the link http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Skies/1047339/


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Pax
like word play in dynamic emotions...
I am still amaze by your vocabulary my friend...
great Job!!!

Posted 12 Years Ago


Touching sad too but your unique lovely captivates as usual. She hides her stripes.
But she sleeps stretched, in a
lioness cast. ) Earth mother.



Posted 12 Years Ago


I enjoy reading your poetry. Feel like listening to Jim Morrison song. Need to listen to every word.
"The eraser is cutting
deep, a sleepy prominence."
The poem took me a journey of question with hard answers to find. No weakness in the excellent poem. The music was outstanding.
Coyote

Posted 12 Years Ago


Your style is magnificent. Meticulous. Flawless.

Posted 12 Years Ago


A minstrel to a lady fair that hides an intention that's deeper than what she may care to respond to. It might be because she's only a part of the experience and the other half is yours. Pick up the song again and this time start with how you fisrt persuaded her into a lot of fun. You may get better results.

Posted 12 Years Ago


"( She hides her stripes.
But she sleeps stretched, in a
lioness cast. )" My favorite section. Your writing is like no one else's on here... unique... brilliant. Well done.


Posted 12 Years Ago


there is a lot going on. sounds like the girl needs to break out of her shell, lose her inhibitions because one day she won't realize time has passed without her and all she has is her routine. great poem.

Posted 12 Years Ago


I think a lot of your writing is beyond my simplistic brain. i am into straight lines, while you're on the bell curve! I find many of your word choices intriguing.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Cool! I like it, well done :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Awww the poem is quite sad D: Still though beautifully written! Awesome job as always cause YOU SIR...are a great writer. :)

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Added on October 4, 2012
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Cole Hayley
Cole Hayley

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