Open Poetry #49 |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana ![]() |
the struggle for breath is no more the dim light goes out releasing your soul to other images you cannot revisit you are alone with the spinning sensation it turns your world upside down in pitch black surroundings somehow you grab onto existence once again you can hear your own heartbeat a familiar, comforting sound soon enough you are pushed toward the light swabbed and cleaned of memories for decades to come later . . . as you are primed and ready you're presented to smiling faces faces of old giving way to others, you see you've different mom's and dad's nothing so new to you you've arrived home . . . again ©August 31, 2014 / Jerry Pat Bolton ~*~ If they give you ruled paper write sideways. ~*~ [This message has been edited by JerryPat2 (09-06-2014 10:52 AM).] |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
I like the way you have described the "revolving door" of reincarnation. Nicely done! Lori ![]() |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Thanks Lori, I worked on the ending of the poem, and hopefully made it better. ~*~ If they give you ruled paper write sideways. ~*~ |
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