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The Corridor
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The Corridor |
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gelato Member
since 2005-10-27
Posts 63TN,USA |
Corridors of my emotion stand I crave epiphany, I was mum but I'm talking now I looked at honesty. I see the first door and I'm stressed But I cringe not as you've seen. And in my breath ask grace There are no frown lines, I've wiped them clean. In corridors a vulture sits This time fear is revealed, And with my trusty dagger cut Through strands and do not bleed. And through the dual entrusting made I've not been sundered still. And she has crossed at her own pace I'm shaken but not spilled. Through corridors this one last time I just weigh and inspect. And know he comes to peer at you But leaves now with respect. All the rooms they were no ball And so through pain I ask why And I discover woe after all I have no mask, I'm only shy. |
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Jeremiah Johnson Senior Member
since 2000-06-08
Posts 1223Brooksville, Fl, U.S |
i really enjoyed the scheme of this poem. it's sad that no one has replied to it sooner. perhaps now they will. I'm a dying romantic and when i can no longer write i can no longer live -Jeremiah Johnson- |
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gelato Member
since 2005-10-27
Posts 63TN,USA |
Well, thank you...I'm glad it wasn't too lousy. I can always get a better feel of how good my own poem is (or isn't) with the suggestions and responses. "Relationships are the one tangible connection we have with God" - Purpose Driven Life |
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