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Unresolved
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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Unresolved Every morning, before sun up, I drink a dead man’s tea. I’m grateful that he always seems to save a bit for me. With no warning, tipping his cup, he turns – then fades away… And just like that, the end of dream brings me unto each day. Where I wake up, cold and alone; only in spite of self, To find there’s no coffee at all when I look to the shelf. And so take up an undertone of melancholy in Pantomime shows upon the wall of shadow, light, and sin… A world embraced by darkness, yet revealed in the light, Where all put on a face of sorts they wear until it’s night. …Somehow displaced by woe and fret, in truth born of the eve, Race against dawn, whose grim retorts all are sure to believe. Until in bliss dance with the dead, yet fail to bring to pause The sorrow, shame, and skewered thoughts that revel in due cause. A midnight kiss on the forehead of feelings unresolved, The price of name so dearly sought – more easily dissolved. And so we fade fast as we rose, with none to take our stand. Upon the shores of failed trust, and castles made of sand. Promises made ever disclose intentions at their best, But dream implores, of ashe and dust, none that meet our behest. The rising tide now rolling in, I face it from the spire Of ambition become neglect – despair born of desire. Yet I confide in you my sin, mayhap that you be spared Condemnation of the circumspect, as if you really cared. Michael Anderson |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Very powerful Michael. Lori |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
I think I could literally sit here and read this all night... and not just because I take such delight in your rhymes. *S* Each time I read through it, my thoughts take off in another direction... It grabbed me with the first lines, shook me out with the last... with a tour of turmoil in between. I couldn't pick a favorite part if there was a gun to my head... I simply appreciate every line. *S* |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
This is a very powerful write. It deserves more than that, but as suthern said there is just so much there to ponder that it is hard to comment on any one part. JL  Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself. |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
A world embraced by darkness, yet revealed in the light, Where all put on a face of sorts they wear until it’s night. This is pure truth. Loved this one. |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Lori, I’m glad you enjoyed. Ruth, I felt like there was a gun to my in the writing of this one. JL, yup, there is much on the surface and beneath it in this one… I’m glad you could tolerate it. Mysteria, and the truth shall…  Thank you all. Michael |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
This is a slow poem. Slow, in that meaning to be savored by the reader, as in any good cuppa tea or coffee...where one can taste both the bitter residue as well as the dirt from the mountain on which it was grown, maybe even count some leaves as they float on the surface only to come to rest on your tongue, much like the words contained herein. quote: No one, my dear friend, is safe from such as this.  "The business of the poet...is to show the sorriness underlying the grandest things and the grandeur underlying the sorriest things." Thomas Hardy |
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