Oil of Synchronicity*

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Her life was run on the oil of synchronicity,

planted in the seduction of abstract hypotheses.

The moons and ebbs of tides,

Swoop in like thunderclaps

on wing'd lightning bolts,

Capturing energy,

Wiping out synergy,

Till she huddles in a pile of her own failure,

Tucking up her toes to avoid the floods,

Admiring and condemning

The rain soaked

Howling at her gate.

 

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swooped In thunderbolts 

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eleven_eleven's picture

truly enjoyable 

truly enjoyable 

Spinoza-Hinoza's picture

perfectly beautiful

 

A particularly vivid image...

 

 

she huddles in a pile of her own failure,

Tucking up her toes to avoid the floods

 

 

Delicate, eloquent, distinctly human – perfectly beautiful

 

 

djtj's picture

Thank you

My favorite poem, I believe it captures my life in the first two lines.  A critique I recieved from a cherished source said that planted did not go with the oil theme of my first lines.  I said it was two different thoughts running on oil of synchronicity and planting your life in the seduction of abstract hypothesis. But  Ive considered changing planted to fueled by the seduction. or generated by the seduction...Any thoughts?