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Drought
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Drought |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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Drought I lived in darkness, loved the light, And broke my fast on weathered grief. Ambience of eternal night, There was nowhere to find relief. I ate the conquest, drank the drought, With thoughts from a mind, dead and rotten, That proved to me, without a doubt, My friends, some things are best forgotten. But still I held the memory, (My one good thing to look back to), Within a life of misery Memory alone put me though. The tap now dry, the glass empty, My throat is parched, yet still I sing For all that I could never be— All my passions would never bring. All those flowers, dried and wilted, I longed to nurture back to life; Given shade of one so jilted, It only added to their strife. Where now they lay, dead at my feet, Corpses displayed in a neat row. My garden of the incomplete, Longings that I could never show. As the sky yields its tarnished sun Again today, and evermore; I know the vanity is run. There’s nothing left for an encore. I dream of darkness, miss the night, But drown in dryness every day. Of Misery, my sole delight, Even her I could not make stay. Michael Anderson 8/03/2014 |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Michael, you are fighting a lonely fight and sometimes when I think you have broken through you wander back to the bleak and scorched earth you prefer. This, to me is profound . . . quote: I disagree with the last two lines of this stanza. There is plenty "left for an encore," but first you must want an encore. New pastures to graze, man. It's not that hard, but I fear you are more comfortable staying in the dark and forlorn world you have created . . . Write on . . . ~*~ Tell the truth, but tell it slant.--Emily Dickimsom ~*~ |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Dark but fine writing, Michael. Ida |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
quote: Regret is a mother...... Love how you spill, Michael dear~*~ ~*~write on~*~ |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Jerry, I think you have it pegged when you say I am comfortable with it. I don't even have an inkling of thinking a "sadly" should have proceeded that comment. You speak of “getting back,” and “wanting to get back” a lot of late. Truly, the peace I, for those few years with my wife felt, was really the enigma in my life. I am back to where I have spent so much of my life, and truly, I do feel at home here. People who know me in person know I am not at all like my writings. I do laugh and I do smile every day… The dark feelings I do have though, I have no other way of venting in any healthy manner so they come out in my poetry. Wish I could share a lighter side with you, but rarely does that ever come out in ink. Ida, thank you much. Glad you enjoyed. Bel1e, you can say that again. So glad you're back on the blue pages. You write on as well.  Michael |
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