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Michael G
Senior Member

since 2000-06-25

Posts 579
Nashville

0 posted 2002-04-19 01:12 AM

The road still clings to me
like the shadow of new light
falling through the trees of
a lost winters gaze long ago.
Some think the beauty of it all
comes at a cost of ones soul
that has been stretch too far
and beyound its means, is lost.
Some think of other tragedies
as though there are not enough,
when all things fail to make
the hazards less perfect.
And still it comes to me,
its quiet contemplation
the one true friend of madness
that envelopes my thoughts.
A cross section of who I was
in the last few years of a
breakdown in my complex nature
of what I wanted, no, needed to become.
As though some semblace of truth
I see the stars for the first time
as I stand, not forgiving my past,
but embracing it, and everything.
It really has'nt been so cruel
though stinging at times, and for
those I scream a thank you
as my heart awoke again.
So giving in to the lasting light
of memeories that I cherish,
and laughing just a tad, I dress once
more in black, and follow no one.
And the road still clings to me.....

Janet Marie
Member Laureate

since 2000-01-22

Posts 18554

1 posted 2002-04-19 01:28 AM

A cross section of who I was
in the last few years of a
breakdown in my complex nature
of what I wanted, no, needed to become.
As though some semblace of truth
I see the stars for the first time
as I stand, not forgiving my past,
but embracing it, and everything.
It really has'nt been so cruel
though stinging at times, and for
those I scream a thank you
as my heart awoke again.
So giving in to the lasting light
of memeories that I cherish,
and laughing just a tad, I dress once
more in black, and follow no one.
And the road still clings to me.....
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hey you

you will already know this touches places deep...and your depth in this is what has always made your poetry so damned attractive to me...
Some things never leave us...and the traces left behind are what carries us on.
May the wind be at your back as you travel those roads.
Beautiful retrospective piece here Michael...
the self reflection of your heart is sincerely touching.
Take care of you poet of the wind.

jm

how about how good it feels to finally forgive you
~~~
the moment I jumped off of it ... was the moment I touched down.

~Alanis Morissette~

Janet Marie
Member Laureate

since 2000-01-22

Posts 18554

2 posted 2002-04-19 07:31 PM

Some think the beauty of it all
comes at a cost of ones soul
that has been stretch too far
and beyound its means, is lost.
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came back to put in my library.
peace and poetry Michael,
jm

how about how good it feels to finally forgive you
~~~
the moment I jumped off of it ... was the moment I touched down.

~Alanis Morissette~

BluesSerenade
Member Patricius

since 2001-10-23

Posts 10549
By the Seaside

3 posted 2002-04-20 10:35 PM

What a great title followed by your fantastic poem. I like the thought of the road clinging, makes me think of knowing how to manuever the curves without going over the side! I enjoyed this very much!!!!

Jenn E
Senior Member

since 2000-08-02

Posts 589
Kelowna, BC, Canada

4 posted 2002-04-22 02:16 PM

I am speechless MG.........
Which doesn't happen all that often.....

Very emotional read....
As Always
Jenn E

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