Monday, August 9, 2010

HUBRIS

 You slip into your head
         safe
you're immortal like
         Shakespeare's
word salads
          never wilting
          never souring

your photograph doesn't reveal
         your HUBRIS
your face is lost to
ripples in the water

copyright: D.M.Tchir Aug.9, 2010
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2 comments:

  1. AnonymousAugust 9, 2010 at 9:35 PM

    Very nice

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  2. strider marcus jonesAugust 10, 2010 at 4:44 AM

    Wow! I really like this poem. It made me think! I admit to the hubris of pride sometimes but never arrogance..and yes..sometimes I do feel immortal in my own head inside its bubble of fantasy. I love the image of "Shakespeare's word salads..your photograph doesn't reveal your HUBRIS your face is lost"...devastating.."to ripples in the water" seduced by unlimited technological hubris..unsafe and isolated.

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