Open Poetry #1 |
It's Not What You Think |
Christina Myers Member
since 1999-06-21
Posts 159 |
Lost in the music of lightening and thunder my heart swirls bitter but not over you- I'm just lost in my own mistakes there's nothing here that warrants your attention. And the tears that cloud the windshield mean nothing. It is for my ownself that I cry- my own falling heart of blackness and remorse I am its only keeper, afterall. ------------------ And I thought: this is how poetry is born. It comes from invisible heights, it is secret and dark in its origins, solitary and fragrant, and like the river it will assimilate whatever falls in its current; it will seek a route between the mountains, and its crystalline song will ripple through the meadows."- Pablo Neruda |
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elvira Senior Member
since 1999-07-06
Posts 936California |
*sigh*...yes indeed, our emotions belong only to ourselves, no one can make us feel anything unless we allow those feelings...sorry, i guess i am rambling...loved your poem ------------------ If Haydn is the father of symphonies...And Mozart is the son of symphonies...Then Beethoven is the god of symphonies! |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Oh, to the point, short, but not so sweet and wonderfully done!!!! ------------------ "Nobody has measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold" ~Zelda Fitzgerald |
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