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seismic inactivity

I am an earthquake hot spot
a jenga nightmare
no room for that one delicate
last stir of a straw
crazy
I know
but I cannot find the fault

so I breathe
without exhaling
and I stretch
elbows turned inwards-always
and I wait
for it all to fall apart
or the joke to crack

Rene ~ January 2012
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  1. ClaudiaJanuary 28, 2012 at 4:45 PM

    wow...you had me with the first lines..

    I am an earthquake hot spot
    a jenga nightmare... what an awesome intro and then how you work out the sense of danger, the waiting for things to break apart.. really great work

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  2. Other MaryJanuary 28, 2012 at 4:53 PM

    Oh, such clever word-play. Nicely done!

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  3. UnknownJanuary 28, 2012 at 6:02 PM

    "a jenga nightmare"

    Short, sweet, and filled with the best word play I've seen all day. Love it!

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  4. OutlawyerJanuary 28, 2012 at 6:33 PM

    Rene--this is me, Manicddaily, http://manicddaily.wordpress.com--I can't comment as me, so using an old defunct google blog.

    This is so clever--I can find no fault here. K.

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  5. Irish GumboJanuary 28, 2012 at 8:34 PM

    Too long since I paid you a visit, my dear. So glad I did.

    Faults that cannot be found are often the scariest ones. This piece has delicious tension.

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  6. LisaJanuary 28, 2012 at 9:28 PM

    The poem and the picture match perfectly.

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  7. Brian MillerJanuary 28, 2012 at 11:34 PM

    oy vey...just one more thing...and knowing that is all that it will take...waiting on it...def some very nice play in your words rene...sorry was out of town so getting here a bit late...smiles. great choice of pic too it accentuate the feel of your words well...

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  8. AnonymousJanuary 29, 2012 at 1:34 AM

    Interesting. It's not fun feeling like you can't control something, and the waiting, the anticipation of such things is so hard.

    Sheila

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  9. UnknownJanuary 29, 2012 at 10:53 AM

    Nice poem with a picture/poem connection that reallybworks well, as you correlate the gravity of human action/emotion with the defiance of gravity in the picture!

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  10. Laurie KolpJanuary 29, 2012 at 3:16 PM

    I like this, especially the image of elbows turned inward and then the pic.

    http://lkkolp.wordpress.com/2012/01/28/getting-better-with-time/

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  11. Sherry Blue SkyFebruary 7, 2012 at 10:31 PM

    Rene, I dont seem to have an email address for you. Would you please e me at WildWoman2@shaw.ca ? Thanks, kiddo!

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