Open Poetry #48 |
Same |
RedStoneEB Senior Member
since 2003-06-08
Posts 772uk |
To suffer; unequal, it is that of an hoard which knew my dues-- and savaged ways for it is same of every man and woman, Speaking from not just lips but from the breast into every inch of being. Thou have loved the climates of the inner soul the changing of our seasons from tears, to a smile and a consenting silence, this is where you will find me most lost to you yet I, found in the self. How it is to pause from breath-- were it life to breathe I have in seconds experienced death, and found the utmost boundaries between the two a yearning desire-- for once I have died I seek to live as alive I hold my expressions of death. Tendering to the knowledge "we are all the same" some more outspoken in their thoughts than others, beneath where only we hear the voice of self I speak it out. |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Magnificent! The poem and the thoughts! It seems to me you live every moment of your life whether in desolation or joy, something I understand so well - and you understand so well the paradox that we are all the same and all different! I loved this for so many reasons, perhaps particularly the power of it. Owl |
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RedStoneEB Senior Member
since 2003-06-08
Posts 772uk |
I would be lying if I say my life is as similar to my words but i would say my mind is true to the words for my thoughts do linger and dance around those ideas but to infuse that in this world is harder than it seems for day to day life as a person is about the characters we take with us ever changing between them all for the scenes that we need to play out but my truth is always in my head where the true reality lies. Thank you for your kind words. RS |
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Victoria
since 2000-08-12
Posts 5869 |
Speaking from not just lips but from the breast into every inch of being. Thou have loved the climates of the inner soul the changing of our seasons from tears, to a smile My favorite lines RS. and I am enjoying reading your words and thoughts. I find them to be quite unique. ~Victoria Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. |
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