VI: Curve

Posted on December 6, 2012 by fhhakansson in Poetry

Curve

My home touched Earth.

In sleep I could not see.

Tall towers of glass rose above.

I awoke but could not move.

Even air could not breathe.

– F H Hakansson

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6 thoughts on “VI: Curve”

Eliza says:

December 7, 2012 at 1:24 am

Hmm. The last line made it feel like the persona is suffocating. (As a side note, what a coincidence, I was feeling the same way last night!).

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1. fhhakansson says:
  
  December 7, 2012 at 6:36 pm
  
  Did someone try to strangle you in your sleep? (kidding aside) I hope it feels better after reading my poem! I wish my words had that effect on people. The Jesus effect.
  
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Ben Naga says:

December 8, 2012 at 6:53 pm

I am afraid I am baffled by the title?

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1. fhhakansson says:
  
  December 8, 2012 at 9:51 pm
  
  It was mean to show the exponential “curve” of mankind – both in terms of reproduction, technology, but also of our affect and mark on the planet.
  
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  1. Ben Naga says:
    
    December 9, 2012 at 12:24 am
    
    Ah! Thank you. Sorry to be so dense. 😳
4amWriter says:

December 12, 2012 at 7:13 pm

Air could not breathe…pollution?

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