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Breakthrough - A Poem by Lesley
« on: February 22, 2012, 02:00:13 PM »
Breakthrough - A Poem by Lesley

Flailing and floundering,
Like one caught drowning,
Struggling to overcome,
The too-late realization,
The thin line is drawn,
Inside the confines,
Of a soft resilience,
There is no escaping the reality,
Cocoon-like you wait to see,
As the sponge-like mass spreads outwards,
Suffusing the room,
With a dim and unreal vision.
     
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Lovingly submitted,

Helene.


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Re: Breakthrough - A Poem by Lesley
« Reply #1 on: February 22, 2012, 02:56:47 PM »

Thank You for sharing this, Helene. And, for all of the poems you share.

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Re: Breakthrough - A Poem by Lesley
« Reply #2 on: February 23, 2012, 06:44:26 AM »
Thank you so much for shareing this with us.

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Re: Breakthrough - A Poem by Lesley
« Reply #3 on: February 23, 2012, 01:48:46 PM »
Thank you Terry and Jason.

Perhaps, after my second 'installment' regarding Lelsey and I during her last few years of life and espeically what I wrote about her supposed 'breakthroughs' might alert one to what Lesley is really writing about in her poem titled, ironically: 'Breakthrough'. You see....she knew. Lesley knew that her breakthroughs were nothing but a mirage, an illusion. Even worse, as Lesley helplessly flailed and floundered the 'sponge-like mass' - the mass of unknowing, of madness, was slowly and insidiously overwhelming her to the point of eventual annhilation. Lesley knew full well that she was having NO breakthroughs and that all, in her life, was, in reality, lost.

I never saw this poem of Lesley's until I went through her papers after her death. She wrote it less than a year before she died.

Helene.


Helene & Lesley