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I am a copy writer. Words intrigue me. I love to read and create own worlds or create an extension of an existing universe. I sometimes wish everyone wrote poetry - then more people would be killed by bad poetry rather than war. This poem was written after a frustrating week with the tax and insurance papers. I dread these times - Makes me wish I was a rockstar in a lost little seaside town with a massive library and a little garden.

Loops

Blundering
Stuttering
Stumbling
Trialing
With destructive naivety
Through the morass of life.

Foolishness
Simplicity
Failure
Couched in unfelt innocence

Existential futility
Romantic pedestals
Lofty ideals
Angsty breaths
Psychedelic dreams
Green ambitions

Only for
An interlude of reality
To restate
Life is no novel
Just an Indian road
Ever breaking
Ever building
Ever potholing
Ever puddling
Ever laking
Ever splashing

Raising trust
With every dawn

Only to tear down the romance of life
Once the fiery orb scales the high sky.
Loops by Anita Kurup @FamilyFriendPoems

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Published: 9/10/2008

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