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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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Pointless I spend my time biding my time, a close eye on the sun. Another day drifting away, I count them one by one. Walking a line no longer mine, my dreams placed on the shelf, Where virtue fails and dread avails abandonment of self. It’s unnerving when who you are replaces whom you thought You were somewhere, when life seemed fair – before that wish was caught. Still deep inside, beneath that pride, were the truth to be known; You dare to hold all hope foretold, but have yet to hold your own. And as time shifts memory drifts away to distant places… A smile once shared, back when you cared – those long forgotten faces You’ve held at night, for wrong or right – the fingers of your father That slipped your grasp, though you still clasp, if not sure why you bother… As with a sigh turns gold the sky, leaving the sun to setting. A day in all I can’t recall, next ‘a life of regretting. A withered strand, a reprimand – a fateful glimpse of sorrow; Born of still wind, the dividend of pointless tomorrow. Where numbered days leave life a haze, on eyes grown dim and tired. But though they end, will I yet spend more chasing dreams expired? Or shall I find a peace of mind this sky has never shown, Beyond that gate of twisted fate I must walk through…alone? Michael Anderson But dreams — of those who dream as I, |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Ah, taking that long, hard look at what was, before it wasn't. A tough thing to do if we're honest about it. I've found that to delve back into the good-before-the-bad times is almost too hurtful to go there. Still, I went there time and time again. I think I have it out of my system, pretty much. ~~ Those who are silent are the first to be shot. ~~ |
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Krawdad Member Elite
since 2001-01-03
Posts 2597 |
An anguished piece. Perhaps that peace of mind can come with the acceptance of the dream's nature - it is more ephemeral than we are - we dream again and again and again |
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Paul Wilson
since 2002-07-07
Posts 4711United States |
Michael... I really feel like a part of your poetry when I read you. The words just grab me and consume me with something I can't explain. Dark or not, what you have is a gift and I thank you for sharing it with all that read and understand...Paul ~~To share my poems with you is to share my heart with you~~ |
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flash Member
since 2010-11-28
Posts 213miami beach, florida |
Quite evocative (albeit bittersweet) but the battle is always with your higher and lower self. Reminds me of an e.e. stanza from "Somewhere I have never travelled gladly beyond": somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond any experience,your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near Even Dylan Thomas comes to mind " Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night" but I say do not rage when the lights are dimmed. . . enjoy the movie Enjoyed your poem, Michael! Al |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
JP, for some reason I think I have a few trips left in me. Just for the record… at least I’m looking out the windows now.  Krawdad, an interesting perspective. The cognitive wheels are churning. Paul, It is my gift in that it is all I have to offer… I’m so glad you see it that way. I thank you for your appreciation, and your understanding. Flash, you humble me. I’m glad you enjoyed the read. Michael |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
You have taken isolation, hopelessness and the feeling of going nowhere and created something exquisitely beautiful without losing any of the ache... The rhyme is simply astounding!! I first copied the last 2 lines for the possibility for peace they allow (however remotely *G*) but kept adding line after line until I was repeating the entire poem... I'm in awe of your rhyme and so appreciative of your gift... however dark the ribbons. *S* |
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