Hide and Seek

Hide and Seek

A Poem by Frontier
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After a long, long streak of not having anything to write....I'm back...

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I just wanna go back to 
playing hide and seek 
with everything in the world. 
So busy, what keeps them
so busy, busybodies

That phrase "as above so below" 
in a waiting room
between the soul and the spirit, 
yet every morning we find
the water's still boiling 

The trace of smoothness,
erosion eyes, on the outside 
looking in, the word 
made flesh, an insomniac 
that is always sleeping 

Kids know that what 
lies under their beds is...

"May I walk you home"

"Do you know the way out of here?" 

Kids ripping apart 
their Christmas presents,
and the adults, 
I think they're 
burning bridges 

An omen
O'men, o men
I am so there 
where I am, 
so there, 
Where I am, 
everybody sleeps in the same room 

To be parallel today 
eyes containing an 
underground city, 
supernatural selection 

© 2014 Frontier


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even boiling water is ok as long as it is tuned off before the fire starts( hope you fared well through the hurricane , the hurricane that caused Trump to throw paper towels to the estranged homeless residents

Posted 8 Months Ago


I liked the way it ended. Made me have to go back and reread it. Great stuff!

Posted 3 Years Ago


Life as we live it... our crowded silence.

Posted 4 Years Ago


I like your style
maybe we are all looking for more
more life in this world we live in

Posted 5 Years Ago


"yet every morning we find
the water's still boiling"

good one.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Frontier

6 Years Ago

thanks, long time :)
This is fantastic! You're a great story teller my friend! Captivating and original, which is hard to do these days. Love this back an forth between what seems to be two separate stories, just fantastic!

Posted 6 Years Ago


Frontier

6 Years Ago

thank you so much Inda! wow its been FOREVER ive last logged in :)
I found this stanza fascinating.

That phrase "as above so below"
in a waiting room
between the soul and the spirit,
yet every morning we find
the water's still boiling

I know you have a philoshcal bend to your heart, so this really drew me in. So above, so below, yet boiling water, that seems like a transition, from water to steam, from cold to hot, from still to bubbling.

Really great way to make the abstract concrete, and something to ponder on.

The o'men o'men made me think of Amens, but in reverese! esp considering the Xmas undertones, christ, etc.

liked the phrase 'erosion eyes' though the grammarian in me wants to change it to 'eroded eyes', but erosion implies a process, not description, so yeah, I can see that (pun intended).

Kids ripping apart
their Christmas presents,
and the adults,
I think they're
burning bridges

Paints the holiday in less festive and more violent manner, and one can probably link it to violent commercialism, and by one, I mean me :)

Supernatural selection also makes one pause. How would ghosts and the such weed out the weak from the strong?

It's a startling idea. I like your ideas.

Glad you're back.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Frontier

6 Years Ago

Hey A!
Thank you, lately I really haven't been writing much, hopefully it's just a "phase" lol.. read more
Alessander

6 Years Ago

I'm your conscious, or the super-ego to your ID (though I know you're more Jungian than Freudian :)<.. read more
Frontier

6 Years Ago

Lol! You' know that actually doesn't seem so far-fetched, haha!

Vino sounds good,
read more
the waiting room between the soul and spirit is the only thing that really clicked with me in this piece of writing. But to me, is was a huge click, and I tip my hat to you for penning that. the rest...?



Posted 6 Years Ago


Frontier

6 Years Ago

haha!! I'm glad at least one part of it clicked...that's my fav part of it too. Some of my writing s.. read more
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JC
I felt like I was on a journey through your mind and observations, flashes and sparks strolling, poetic beauty...

Posted 6 Years Ago


Frontier

6 Years Ago

Thank you!
it's not kids' games anymore...life has grown up too fast...kids ripping open christmas presents and looking for more...the adults burn bridges and teach kids greed and hate.

i too want to play hide and seek with the world...but more hide than seek i think.

glad you're back Frontier.
good to read you again.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Frontier

6 Years Ago

thank you Jacob

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