Open Poetry #48 |
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Along for the Ride |
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Alicat Member Elite
since 1999-05-23
Posts 4094Coastal Texas ![]() |
I remember thinking, sitting in your car, neither of us could get very far, not while you're tethered to me can you make dreams reality. There's no space for that simple thing: the gentle spreading of your wings. No room to fly free not while you cling to me. And so it comes to this: my promises I twist to create this lie, "It's my fault." the alibi. You must be spirit free and fly away from me; only when you take flight can you give your dreams life. And I remember thinking, sitting in your car, neither of us could get very far, not while you're tethered to me can you make dreams reality. Alicat 08/09/13 *inspired by Tracy Chapman's 'Fast Car' |
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swampguy Member
since 2013-08-04
Posts 83 |
Sounds like you were wanting her to spread her wings, and fly, far, far away and let you do your thing. That was way I got through the word of this one, my friend. I know we're not friends, but . . . ~*~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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Alicat Member Elite
since 1999-05-23
Posts 4094Coastal Texas |
Thanks for the read, swampguy, and no worries. This ones doesn't often do cathartic, choosing to write from waking and asleep dreams, once remembered. The tone was assumed guilt at hindering a loved one's growth, real or imagined. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
enjoyed...James |
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