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Open Poetry #18

Claiming An Audience

D.Lester Young
Senior Member

since 2001-12-08

Posts 1219
Austin, Tx

0 posted 2002-01-22 03:07 AM

Writing for a purpose of trying to create a reflection before life’s audience

My presence is before you
Ripped with the winds of time
Worn away with experience
Drained of virginality
Layered with doubts
Silenced by reflections
Seen in mirrors of words
Giving meaning to my existence

Testing the waters at different stages of life
Each one offering a different view
Much like the Stations of the Cross
At each my writing grows in depth
Never perfect but seeking to be
Weaknesses create flaws to patch
So my quilt becomes darned with experience
But unique in the beauty of emotions

As I offer time to see within
My handiwork of frustrated needs
Some will blast it
And throw it on the floor
With the filth of misunderstanding
Remaining shallow and very cold
While others reflect in warmth of it
And try it on
Gaining depth within their own mind
In a fireplace called understanding

It is time for my quilt to be remembered
Before the trash takes it away
For in its imperfection
Lies the beauty of words
Being human to change
While some will see it as just the same thing
Others will see the magic within
Of a person with such a heart
That he had to become
A poet winding thoughts through time
In threads of memories

D.Lester Young (01/22/02)
Tuscaloosa, AL
Copyright © D.Lester Young (White Eagle poetry)

Lady Ollyne
Member

since 2001-01-08

Posts 337
East Coast

1 posted 2002-01-22 06:48 AM

As I offer time to see within
My handiwork of frustrated needs
Some will blast it
And throw it on the floor
With the filth of misunderstanding
Remaining shallow and very cold
While others reflect in warmth of it
And try it on
Gaining depth within their own mind
In a fireplace called understanding
......
Others will see the magic within
Of a person with such a heart
That he had to become
A poet winding thoughts through time
In threads of memories

~sighing~ at the truth and beauty of these words

Maureen

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