Content With My Delusions- J.Hurlbert
fashioned friend
astray from anguish
poisoned by passion,
etched with existentialism,
malaise from malevolence,
pained by paternalism,
notched by narcissism,
carved by charisma,
regressed from rejection
erased by exploitation
bruised by braying banter
degraded with dirty deeds
i leapt —
hurtled
f
r
e
e
f
a
l
l
red puddle
clingy tar
pile of twigs
from blood and darkness,
a whispering shadow:
“fear no more.”
pulling myself together
a few spare parts left
with them i fashioned a friend
Tonight is Linda’s first official host as part of the dVerse team. Linda has asked us to create a poem that is inspired by one of the selected art pieces done by Jacquline Hurlbert.
Inspired by Jacquline Hurlbert’s artwork titled, “Content with my Delusions”
Wow! This is amazing, Li.
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Nice assonance and alliteration
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Wow Jade. I love this and the title is perfect!
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I think that forming your own friend is sometimes the only way to salvation…
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So glad you liked it ❤
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Thank you, Larry. I thought of doing an alphabet of them but thought it would be too much (even though I’m sure I could have come up with 26 of them).
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Thank you, Linda.
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Nice line: “carved by charisma”
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Thanks Frank!
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That last stanza could almost work on its own as a piece. Something really clicks in those three lines.
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This is a powerful poem, I especially like your last 3 lines.
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Carol, thank you for reading and for your comment.
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Thank you, Dr. Grimes, for reading and commenting.
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Amazing poem!
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🙂 Thank you, dear.
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My pleasure!
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Nicely done. I love how you describe the struggle of the soul we all have within ourselves.
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omg, all that dread, a leap a fall and a resurrected hope. Gorgeous!!!
much love…
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I also think those last three lines could be a poem. This is wonderful description of giving in–and then leaping to find there’s more to life (like making a friend). 🙂
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Sometimes the greatest friend is oneself. He/she knows you better than anyone, broken pieces and all.
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Thank you, Kathy.
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Thank you, Gillena, for reading and commenting.
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Thank you, Merril, I appreciate your take on the poem 🙂
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Truedessa, thank you very much for your insight here.
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This is great–so many layers of self and other. Which is exactly true. (K)
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Very much appreciated, Kerfe 🙂
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I sure did! 🙂
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I so admire the creative process of creating from whatever parts was left. It can be an empowering experience.
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Thank you, yes. Your comment is appreciated.
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Sometimes we need an imaginary friend to make it through times like these! Nicely done.
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Dwight, thank you.
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Wow really love this, you got as creative as Jackie!
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lol thanks Kate, I appreciate you saying that.
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my pleasure, really enjoyed it!
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You’re welcome! 🙂
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BRAVO! Beautiful – Show don’t tell. Loved the way you reflected the tar baby motif! Thanks so much – poem envy rampant!
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Christine thank you so much and very happy you enjoyed the poem ❤
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The fragmentation, free fall, and fashioned friend are simply…fabulous!
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Wonderful interpretation of Jacquline’s art. Well written Lisa.
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Lynn, thank you for your comment, glad you liked it 🙂
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Rob, thanks. Her art does evoke imagery!
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Loved this. Very originall.
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Thank you very much, Judy.
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