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Michael G
Senior Member

since 2000-06-25

Posts 579
Nashville

0 posted 2000-12-01 04:34 AM

Crass repulse,
that sound of fury that marks
my desperate lingering
in maddening thoughts
that rectify my hearts
sudden insistance to fly.
Of past moments
when I was unsure of good
bad, or evil, what more
do you want from
a single glance of pain
through which I have arrived.
When the gates of heaven folded
and let nothing more pass
I sat in my silence
starring at the wind
trying to catch a glimpse
of what manner I should be.
Yet, as with all else,
I found the answer hidden
lost amongst the willows
that flowed over the streets
giving a small reprieve
to the daily grind.
Could I have lost myself
inside of you for a moment,
or simply did I bury
my own fears of hope
tha one day I would
become that special brand of faith.
Now as the silence passes
my fear subsides, and lingers
in a parking garage on 7th
just minutes away from you,
that vision I wanted
and yet never quite got.

ethome
Member Patricius

since 2000-05-14

Posts 11858
New Brunswick Canada

1 posted 2000-12-01 04:56 AM

Amazing how the mind whirls around such thoughts...I think this is very well written and I really like the conclusion with its melancholy reflection...very good indeed!!!

Janet Marie
Member Laureate

since 2000-01-22

Posts 18554

2 posted 2000-12-01 08:35 AM

When the gates of heaven folded
and let nothing more pass
I sat in my silence
starring at the wind
trying to catch a glimpse
of what manner I should be.
Yet, as with all else,
I found the answer hidden
lost amongst the willows
that flowed over the streets
giving a small reprieve
to the daily grind.
Could I have lost myself
inside of you for a moment,
or simply did I bury
my own fears of hope
tha one day I would
become that special brand of faith.
Now as the silence passes
my fear subsides, and lingers
in a parking garage on 7th
just minutes away from you,
that vision I wanted
and yet never quite got.
==============

I love the complexities and layers of your writing..
and the depth of your emote ...
its like reading your daydreams or standing inside you looking out at your world
very cool poem Michael
jm

Sprayed across my heart and hers
Danced butterflies in the wild
This angel, this woman ,
who loves me with the innocence of a child.
~DeVante~

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