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Sunday, 13 July 2014

Karma








Karma

She climbed.
By a series of degrees, karma-driven, 
her  life was destined to be a rough and tough
ascent. It was hard, lurid, scuffed and careworn 
from the start and she had lived it on the edge.
Not one to push herself or ever let 
herself be pushed, she knew not how, or had 
the cause to fly.  Agéd now and scared to 
die alone, her longings are like dreams whose
intensity is strong but like her fateful
journey are too high-coloured, dramatic,
overstated in their indemnity.

Cait O’Connor


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16 comments:

  1. Teresa Evangeline13 July 2014 at 12:55

    Indemnity is such an interesting word and i love that you were able to use it so perfectly here. This poem made me sad, well, I already was a bit and this sort of added the exclamation mark. I don't know that I'm afraid to die alone, but perhaps I am more than I wish to admit to myself even. Looking back, it seems my life has been Very karma driven. Perhaps it's more my perceptions I've accepted, but there it is ... another poem I can relate to very much. The image is perfect.

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  2. Rob-bear13 July 2014 at 13:59

    Like Teresa, I was intrigued by your use of the word "indemnity." I still haven' entirely sorted that out.

    In the meantime, please be careful to not run over your dogma with your karma.

    Blessings and Bear hugs!

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  3. Kathe W.13 July 2014 at 14:06

    Yes karma does happen. Well done.

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  4. 21 Wits13 July 2014 at 21:26

    Oh well done, as one much beware of Karma.

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  5. Other Mary14 July 2014 at 04:08

    I really like that you have woven this complex life, character from the picture. Well done you.

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  6. Silent Otto 14 July 2014 at 05:10

    It is the intensity of the indemnity that startles me !

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  7. kaykuala14 July 2014 at 06:06

    Most sad when one had reached a point of no return at an age where it was difficult to stay alive decently! Nicely Cait!

    Hank

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  8. My Grama's Soul14 July 2014 at 14:05

    Ahhh...growing old.....happens to all of us....the only difference is in HOW WE DO IT! (O:

    xoxo

    Jo

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  9. Theresa Milstein14 July 2014 at 15:15

    Nice take. The last line is my favorite.

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  10. Leovi14 July 2014 at 15:27

    A poem very intense! Dramatic Karma!

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  11. Truedessa14 July 2014 at 19:19

    Karma or destiny..either way rather sad to die alone..

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  12. J Cosmo Newbery15 July 2014 at 03:29

    That's sad. I found the image certainly dripped a sense of the elderly.

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  13. Anonymous15 July 2014 at 03:48

    I felt a series of tiny weights added with each word, Cait. Nicely done.

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  14. Eddie Bluelights15 July 2014 at 06:54

    Very imaginative and all from a prompt - quite beautiful Cait:)
    Eddie

    Clouds and Silvery Linings

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  15. Belva Rae Staples16 July 2014 at 15:57

    You've created a complex and sad character in this. It is intriguing.

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  16. Tess Kincaid16 July 2014 at 16:44

    Poignant and powerful...

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