Open Poetry #44 |
Innardscorn |
serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Beware of them who do not mourn for they have swallowed bitter seed that will tear their innardscorn and ripen into bad fruit trees. Keep watchful eye on the dry orbs that do not have the sense to cry-- those eyes were mine and twice forlorn; and oh forgive me--I was blind. Them whose tummies are so swelled from swallowing their fears, I'll pray they will learn to feed themselves and live to learn another way. My silences make much more sense than any logic disciplined; and I am now open-broken-- I place the pieces mosaic. Unless you're lost you can't be found. Go too high? You'll love the ground. Kissing terra firma, bruised - beware of them professing truth. It's individual. |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Yo dear Serenity blaze, Indeed, truth is individual. This is nice work. Love Bobby |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
nice write...I love this phrase: "I am now open-broken" ...cool word usage |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
I can't even begin to document all the ways my mind went as I read this... It zipped from times when my eyes seemed to never dry to the Declaration of Independence... which should give you a glimpse of the scope. *S* And yet I find myself back at the first thought that formed... WOW!!!! |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
I love your "individual truth", Karen. Ida |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Do you know how much I love this? Well..........................................................a whole lotta bunches!! jojo |
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