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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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Clay Molding myself lengthwise To the contours of earth. Another day gone facedown, Chasing something called… worth? The last thing to reach these eyes, All encompassing black. This pawn, not played by renown, Nor moved by dollar stack. The whispers of tomorrow, Murmurs offered to wind. A foolhardy grand gesture, And yet do I pretend Through penance or through sorrow— By the earth on which I lay, That without investiture I could even be clay? A price I Know I must pay, Knowing Pride cometh cheap— That for every step I take, What I’ve sown is what I’ll reap. That for every word I say, There’ll be far more to hear. Every decision I make, Coming of a heart sincere. ‘Comes to you with the sunrise, Sweet hope and all she stirs. From shadow or from cinder— From where memory blurs. One truth, in a sea of lies, Foundation for the soul. My tether to forever, The rock to which I’ll hold. Michael Anderson 10/24/2020 |
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Paul Wilson
since 2002-07-07
Posts 4711United States |
Michael...I just love this. The rhyme scheme is perfect. Very deep thoughts within your words. Thanks so much for sharing some masterful writing...Paul The price we pay The ties that bind The solitude we seek The memories so divine ~~To share my poems with you is to share my heart with you~~ |
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