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White on Blue on Metal

Reading signs is not a sanguine skill
I'm often
caught
looking for amusement
and a roundabout thrill
The white beam
results in
my
denouement

Harsh turns
strict
not to be crossed
white on blue on metal
fragments
hinder my
fulsome free-spirt

"turn right advance to nowhere"
"turn left retreat from somewhere"

My life topography is like a confusing
meandering minefield
can it be mapped out
by meddling
sign writers?

I sigh like a white
ribbon on a melody
path that turns
my metal
to blue
then again
white

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I've started a journey, don't know where I'm ending up, but it's been eventful so far!

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And once again, welcome to Neopoet. The journey begins! This poem feels like surrealism blended with reality. And what a nice blend it is! I loved these lines:

My life topography is like a confusing
meandering minefield
can it be mapped out
by meddling
sign writers?

I sigh like a white
ribbon on a melody
path that turns
my metal
to blue
then again
white

always, Cat

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Isn't it strange, that the latter stanzas usually are the better crafted ones? I've noticed this time & time again with my writes. Maybe I should just chop off 50% of all my output to date! Keep dreaming of following signs & driving.....my brain is trying to tell me something. I wish I was listening.

Regards,

'Betty'

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as far chopping 50 percent is concerned
I have chopped off 99
only

loved

Frankly.
'Betty'

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reply welcome and
I will still read
also comment whenever...

loved

to be militaristic, a minefield doesn't meander, the pattern of the mines placed in the 'field' yes but I think you mean you are meandering as if in a minefield.

I liked the extended metaphor, not much else to say i like the ribbon image and how sanquine is echoed in sign writers, didn't like 'free spirit' too vague in meaning.
maybe the white on blue is used once too often.
enjoyed reading this
best wishes
ross

Yes, that was the intention....the random pattern of life. Free spirits are meant to be vague...they don't need codifying and white on blue was reversed....a play on ...'on my meta'l (as in, to be on one's metal)....blue as a colloquialism for depressed....back to my journey into the white light. I fight depression on a regular basis.

'My life topography'
Regards,
'Betty'

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so missed blue/white reversal,
your poem brought to mind Joni Mitchell's song line
'prisoner of the white line on the highway'

Poetry is a great way to transform sadness into something positive, just sharing your feelings helps others who read your work.

misquoting Joni, should be 'freeway' not 'highway'

like as in degussing

been up late
will come back here again
must go off dream now

dogs will wake me in darkness
for walk come morning
We walk on the old road section
trees grown up from its bank now

its very fascinating

Thank You Betty!

This is a windeerful example of the mixture of tonalities in a write [anguine skill] that wrks perfectly .The mre"erudite" vocabulary [now, calm down] gives your poem the linguistic dialectic that makes it dynamic and interestng. Nothing rings false;it is so well put tgether.
In a poem we dscussed recently. "facile" was too "Latinate" and did not add to the emtional content.

joe
forgibve typos. Times i have t rouble with coordination. Takes foreveeer to get thru a sentence

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