Open Poetry #41 |
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Blindfully Still |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
I never silence the quiet With how I talk or walk Or space the evening Between the piano lanes Of the trains that cross. I simply stare, See the cattle of lights That braze across from me, Sitting alongside the wind And thinking its just us, Just us and silence, Never apart to the deathly art That lyes between me and my thoughts. I stare and see what I see, Believe what the wind speaks, Yet the half of me runs To another voice, another thought, To another light that sees A wind of another silence, A deeper giant, Stripping silence like Candles sweating wax from fire. But, like the nights drought, I sit so still, Silence forgets I’m here. |
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
"I stare and see what I see, Believe what the wind speaks, Yet the half of me runs To another voice, another thought," ohhh I love this part, and the ending.... fantastic! ![]() |
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TomMark Member Elite
since 2007-07-27
Posts 2133LA,CA |
You wrote beautiful poems. This one is one of them. Enjoyed Tom |
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