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Two-fer today!


Sometimes I write things down in my little fat notebook and promptly forget them, because gawd-damn they are depressing. I thought I’d share two of them today!

Untitled #1
Or, whoa did I watch Metropolis (1927 film) that day?

The grime smothers the city
From thousands of pounding feet
And spinning wheels daily
The lives of the workers are bleak
Forever in motion, without rest
No hope of something greater.
The cold bites their fingers
Numb to everything but the
Endless expanse of grey sky, black dirt.
Is there anything more than this,
The vast suffering of faceless drones?

© Bridget Noonan, 2010, 2012.

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Or, apparently I was not happy with humanity

just another pointless lament
listless animalistic stereotype
bored with endless ennui
cloudy of mind, purposeless
a wandering soul searching for
the next thing to live for
and the next and the next
a quest for the newest stimulation
ultimately in vain, because
it too shall becomes tiresome
and the cycle shall repeat and repeat
the quest the resolution and again
why the unsatisfactory quest
just to be doomed to seek, find and lose?

© Bridget Noonan, 2010, 2012.

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Inside the Mind, Beyond the Stars


Well, this is no stranger than anything else I’ve posted this week. And I rather like it.

Inside the Mind, Beyond the Stars

The other night, I took a canoe trip
Through the Milky Way. My companions were
A Fox made of red flame, and a Spider’s laugh.
A journey with neither beginning nor end,
We paddled over shimmering green fields
Where deer leapt over clear waters, and
Wildflowers waved in our wake.
We travelled over great seas, the waters
Deep blue-black, a mirror of the sky.
A journey apart from time and space as I knew it;
I met an infinite variety of faces, and souls,
None of them strangers to my eye upon first meeting.
They live in me, and I in them, in that stream
Of brilliant stars. I could only stare in wonder
As parts of me danced in starlight, or ran
With the deer as I paddled ever onward.
The fox stood in the bow of my craft,
Eyes reflecting millions of points of light.
I steered past gates of silver and gold,
Entrances to hundreds of new worlds, and
I wondered where my destination could lie.
As soon as I thought it, the spider whispered
That I could go anywhere, be anything,
In this place. So I cast aside my paddle,
Launched out of my canoe, and soared
In the likeness of a bird. The fox smiled,
And with a flick of his tail winked out of my sight.
What rapture, flight! I spiralled up and out,
Earthbound no more, and knew in that moment
That I was in every thing, and in no thing;
In all points of light, and the enveloping darkness.

©¬†Bridget Noonan, 2011.

I’m working on a bout-rime right now; it’s not going as well as I had hoped. Dammit, what masochist decided that sonnets had to be so structured?

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