Come out upon my seas
Cursed missed opportunities
Am I a part of the cure?
Or am I part of the disease?
— “Clocks” by Coldplay
Defenseless Anatomy
And I’m there
in the shadows of the sun, the humid
air curling the hair on the nape of my neck,
your hands curled around my waist as
the wind ruffles the wild grass around our ankles.
Us, caught in moments that passed so quickly
never to be played the same way again.
Was it part of the cure?
The long weeks that ripped the skin of our intimacy?
Maybe the disease is only resting in our cells, waiting
for a trigger.
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Charlotte Hamrick 
wow…def like where you took this in the second stanza…sometimes it is part of the cure…to getting through the hard spots….that disease line though is tight…
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Those lines from Clocks always intrigued me. Plus, the song has a special meaning for me. Thanks for stopping by, Brian!
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I’m a fan of Coldplay (Viva La Vida is my fav album.)
love the imagery of being caught in the moment,
the shadowing sun, grass around your ankles…
intimacy is losing all defenses, and the end of disease waiting for a trigger–powerful!
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I think X&Y is my favorite. I saw them back in ’09 and it’s one of the best concerts I ever saw. Thanks for visiting, Anthony!
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Such a different slant to the prompt ~ I was taken with the ending lines, waiting for the trigger ~
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Thanks, Grace!
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Oh loved, loved this Charlotte
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I’m glad, Audrey. Thanks!
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Very powerful words, Charlotte! One of the questions for which we may never get answers.
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that is a good question and you play off it well in your poem….The long weeks that ripped the skin of our intimacy…heck – what an image…
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Thanks for reading and your kind comments, Gabriella and Claudia!
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Time has that special meaning.. The way a special song bring back memories.. Your poem get a bittersweet feeling of memory and loss.
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Thank you, Bjorn.
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Is the disease inherent in the apple when it’s at its peak? Oooh, difficult questions, very evocatively done.
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Thanks, sweetie. Always great to hear your input!
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i think the greatest thing about all human relationships is..
they are all unique connections of potential love..
and every connection of life with everyone one meets..
can be a potential snow flake of love..
Where snow ball keeps rolling
to one day perhaps…
an avalanche
of LOVE
With a whole team of Lovers.. cheering.. hurraying in the
background of Snow…wonSnowONe
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Indeed! Thanks for reading and for your impromptu poem!
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When younger most of us fought the hormonal genetic triggers that hastened intimacy before substance, lust before love; good stuff in this piece, certainly rocked the prompt & rattled the old memory pan.
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So true, Glenn. Thanks for reading and the great compliment. I thought you rocked the prompt too!
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Caught in the moments that passed so quickly…..really like this line and this poem….and all its emotions.
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loved this.
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