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The Refracting

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I could reach out with one hand,

Mauve-hued in dusk’s shadows, and

Grasp the moon with my fingertips.

If I could reach beyond a rainbow, if

One could be found,

Perhaps I could even capture some ethereal star.

If I am to remain a part of this world,

Or some sort of its messenger, I must

Keep myself safe in hiding, for

The earth has been shattered where my feet were once

Steadfast- edifices are crumbling, and

Falling, falling and falling into a bloodbath.

Seared flesh of carrion and ogling eyes of the living dead

Surround burning tenements destroyed by

Earthquakes emanating from meteors afire-

Destitute and homeless I stand drenched, soaked and demolished,

By the pounding drizzle of acid rain.

My inner child is searching and groping for love, comfort and humility-

Perhaps if I could somehow find my way beyond a rainbow, and

Touch its glass-like surface, inside, my pent up rage

Would be tamed by the aura that surrounds the moon, and I would

Meet face to face with the person I know that

I was never meant to be-

Downtrodden and oppressed, or as bitter as blood exuded

By its mother fruit, although steadfast forever upon this earth.

As reeking tenements shatter and fall in a curtain before my eyes,

They shall always penetrate through the rubble.

That ethereal star I am, owning light beams that

Refract against the prismatic horizon.

This is the hour of the day when the rainbow’s reflection

Can be seen shining through the countenance of saints,

And through the tears flowing from the glazed eyes of sinners’ fury,

If you believe,

If you only would believe,

Perhaps you could plant your feet within the remains of

Shattered edifices, and weep only for the loss of your existence,

Grasp for the moon with your fingertips, and

Make contact always, with the eyes of saints and angels, and

With those of that inner child you own inside,

In yourself you would believe, you would believe….

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Claudia Krizay

Hello Claudia,

SO glad to see you posting your poems here again but sorry to hear you have had some sharepost difficulties.

 I too have sometimes had some technical difficulties similar to what you describe. Hope you get some expert suggestions soon. Have you tried just entering your email address, then say 'forgotten password' and you should be sent an 'enabling' chance to reset it. Do you think your computer is remembering the 'wrong' password for this site....I don't let the computer 'remember' this password automatically, for privacy reasons....as others may use this computer.

I believe there is a support advisor for posting problems here at SZ com, if all else fails .Perhaps they might advise also on how the extra encoding letters could be removed?? distracting  the eye from the shape and symmetry of your poetry.

Do hope you get it sorted so we can read more...

Good luck,

Chris

UK