Open Poetry #45 |
"What"? |
Deb123 New Member
since 2009-07-12
Posts 6Hampshire, England |
What? ask i, is a girl to do? When alone in a room, she writes at night, of a tale of woe and lack of love, that frightens so much, in her middle years, cos she knows not how to rectify, the lack of spine beside her form. when all she wishes, from one life, is to feel at one, with a another soul. Shared beat against the outside enemy, Of day to day homage to modern living, Its frantic pace, hard to stand against, day on day alone, with time spent, covers tucked hard, around her form, to trick her mind, into feeling, safe, secure, wholeness of being, which fails wholeheartedly, of course. resulting in nights awake, in mindful dreams, of waking nightmares, born without sleep. Which she purges, in nightly scribblings, prodding the question, in search, never enddingly of the anwser. |
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OldPoet Member
since 2009-06-30
Posts 112The Left Coast |
There is a very attractive honesty that shines through this lament. Its construction is solid and its message is poignant. I would change the last line though. "And every time I've held a rose |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
It is fortunate that you have the gift of expressing yourself through writing. There are times when I read a poem that was an out-pouring of emotions, thoughts, feelings, ~ I find the answers for which I seek. It is as though my subconscious knows what my conscious mind does not. EA |
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martiniat8 Senior Member
since 2003-06-21
Posts 897Prague, Bohemia, Czech Republic |
you and me both, sweetheart. I'll toast to a kindred spirit. |
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Deb123 New Member
since 2009-07-12
Posts 6Hampshire, England |
thankyou for the kind words. i kinds thought id post three very different types of my poems. lol |
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