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jwesley
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0 posted 05-10-2000 06:02 PM       View Profile for jwesley   Email jwesley   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for jwesley

Sitting Here

Sitting here,
wondering,
thinking,
dreaming fairy tales I know  will never come true.
Standing on the seashore,
the wind blowing through my hair,
foamy waves advancing,
receding,
with my every step.
Seagulls,
crying for their songs to be heard,
songs they will never sing.
Happily,
enviably,
I watch them glide by.
Walking along the water's edge,
my footsteps marking my passage,
my body forging ahead,
continuing to carry my life,
and the sea,
surging round my feet,
cold,
yet warm,
caressing.
The sands of time falling,
marking a presence,
then where it once stood,
covering,
preserving,
remembering,
containing.
I wonder.
Will my mind ever snap
will I ever go berserk,
will I sit for hours on end,
for days that turn to years,
not knowing,
not caring,
never being aware again.
Oh God no.
Death is the better alternative.
But after death,
where to?
Heaven?
Hell?
Up?
Down?
That's not death.
That's release from life.
What happens to the grievances of the soul?
What happens?
Where does it end?

W. James Beard, Jr.


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Temptress
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1 posted 05-10-2000 08:12 PM       View Profile for Temptress   Email Temptress   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Temptress

You have a good poem here, but it kind of confuses me toward the end. It starts out so happily, and then ends in what seems a less happy way.   At any rate it was good.  

 Nothing can deter a poet, for he is actuated by pure love. Who can predict his comings and goings? "Thoreau"
SpitFire
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2 posted 05-10-2000 08:37 PM       View Profile for SpitFire   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for SpitFire

~Oooh,...I've thought these thoughts....you ok?   This is a great expression with great imagery...well done.
REBECCA ALLYN
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3 posted 05-10-2000 08:39 PM       View Profile for REBECCA ALLYN   Email REBECCA ALLYN   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for REBECCA ALLYN

I like it,I like it a lot!!!
it's puts the picture right in your mind


LOT of LUV,
Becky
Kit McCallum
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4 posted 05-11-2000 06:24 AM       View Profile for Kit McCallum   Email Kit McCallum   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Kit McCallum

Ahh, the mysterious questions I long for answers to myself ... nicely said James, very picturesque ...

Best wishes,
/Kit
CocoBaci
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5 posted 05-12-2000 09:44 PM       View Profile for CocoBaci   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for CocoBaci

The expression in this poetry seemed to flow
Yet approaching the ending verse
My heart didn't know where to go.
Quite an intriguing form of poetry

CocoBaci
brian madden
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6 posted 05-13-2000 12:45 PM       View Profile for brian madden   Email brian madden   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for brian madden

Some times sitting alone gives you time to reflect but other times you just end up picking at the scabs and opening old wounds, at least this is what happens to me.

You poem had me lulled into a trance, sedated then at the end I was slapped with a words of sadness. It often happens when you let your thoughts wander. Nice natural free flowing poetry. Let your thoughts continue to run free.  
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