Saturday, November 8, 2008

paradox. [OSI]

' breathing a paradox '

what ought to be ought not to be
this matter of the mind is grey
society's a different jungle
look-alike predators and prey

touch now the birth touch now the death
teeter-totter contradictions
wonder why the sober dodder
undiscernable addictions

clings to the ground grasping the sky
my house is on the horizon
bits of a night bits of a day
twilight embers,burn,in autumn ..

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19 comments:

  1. Beth P.November 8, 2008 at 10:05 PM

    undiscernable addictions...what a great way to speak about paradox. Thank you for this, Zoya.

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  2. Edward S GaultNovember 8, 2008 at 10:35 PM

    Paradoxes can be lions to wrestle with.
    I enjoyed your poem, thank you for sharing it!

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  3. Gerald (Ackworth born)November 9, 2008 at 12:02 AM

    I like that phrase "sober dodder".

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  4. anthonynorthNovember 9, 2008 at 2:05 AM

    You handled the subject beautifully here. Decisive in the ambiguity.

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  5. SandyCarlsonNovember 9, 2008 at 2:16 AM

    What ought to be ought not to be....I think we find this to be very true on the road to some kind of happiness. What will satisfy us will upset the cosmic apple cart.

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  6. qualcosa di belloNovember 9, 2008 at 6:18 AM

    your words remind me of those moments of mental struggle, when my mind is all a ruckus, when i cannot get a moment of clarity on something

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  7. AnonymousNovember 9, 2008 at 7:35 AM

    This one had such a great feel. It express this cra life so well.

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  8. gautami tripathyNovember 9, 2008 at 7:39 AM

    What a great start. Loved the first stanza!

    blank page soaked

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  9. TeriNovember 9, 2008 at 6:54 PM

    I understand the meaning of paradox even better after reading this. Thanks.

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  10. JimNovember 9, 2008 at 7:22 PM

    I like your sober dodder. Did you know that Runyon's dodder or Cuscuta runyonii is exclusive to Texas?
    The dodder is also classified as a noxious weed in the United States (try for eradication).
    I'd be sober too if I were sentenced to destruction. Perhaps fly away? No, it clings to the ground and just holds to the sky!
    ..

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  11. DeLiNovember 10, 2008 at 12:37 AM

    i like the last part. it sounded hopeful

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  12. zoya gautamNovember 10, 2008 at 1:37 AM

    dear Jim,
    dodder also means to falter in step
    and if death be destruction all mortality stands sentenced to it
    & god, as the creator, would know the difference between a weed and a house
    but still,ur views are wonderful..

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  13. indicaspeciesNovember 10, 2008 at 3:25 AM

    what ought to be ought not to be..
    I like this poetry and the way it begins.:)

    Just posted mine. Cheers!

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  14. Tumblewords:November 10, 2008 at 9:37 AM

    Great job! Paradox is clear in your words.

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  15. Quiet PathsNovember 10, 2008 at 10:40 AM

    I just admire that last verse and really understand it in my heart. Thank you.

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  16. Richard WellsNovember 10, 2008 at 12:03 PM

    Nice work, Zoya. This is interesting subject matter.

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  17. JP/debNovember 10, 2008 at 5:33 PM

    i like the rhythm of this poem ... great take on the prompt. peace, jp/deb

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  18. zoya gautamNovember 12, 2008 at 10:35 AM

    ..To Each One Of U Many Thanks..

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  19. PearlNovember 14, 2008 at 10:53 AM

    wonder why the sober dodder
    undiscernable addictions

    nice. the quibbles people do are quite quaint.

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..namastey!~

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