Open Poetry #48 |
Being Aware |
icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
We are rime hard upon edge of life, walking earth through fog of change, to vanish thus to rearrange, to morph into successive lives that crystallize as vanish points before the eyes of almost monkeys clawing on through time. In magic moments of midnight, when sleep beckons deep in Morpheus' arms, where I drift free as leaves soft on wind to sift better worlds, of lovers past, scenes of victories resplendent, of defeats bitter pall, crystalline dreams of home long lost to me in higher rents of galaxy all remembered as needs must be, we are so few, so precious few. ©2013 by icebox |
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Rex Allen McCoy Member Elite
since 2000-01-30
Posts 2863Sippin a Timmy's in London |
Awesome read... Enjoyed your thoughts and dreams. Can picture this fitting our timeline |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Your wise words are unfaltering. The softness of their falling belies the avalanche of their meaning. Lori |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Absolutely love this, Mr. Ice. Really hits home for those of us who are aware. Ida |
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ebonygirl Member Elite
since 2011-07-14
Posts 2000California U.S.A |
An eternal truth, Mr. C! Well done! The few live in the timeless time of midnight lives. E |
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