Open Poetry #5 |
Dark Dream |
spiked Senior Member
since 2000-01-13
Posts 873Hammond, La USA |
I feel the passing of lights. As I glide across the night flowing across the stars in this darkness of unknown. I see not what I have left, only that which is before me not controlling my direction only watching as it passes me by. In delightment I see an end to my pain This dream of control and disdain only to reach what I thought was the end. To start all over again. Richard Rendall |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Spiked, So true and you said it well. Enjoyed the read. |
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Rus Bowden Member
since 2000-01-13
Posts 139 |
hi spiked, oh what a dream, both hopeful, soaring, and healing, then painful once again, but always soaring. love this metaphor. rus |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
I enjoyed this, Spike! Well done! Denise And slight is the sting of his trouble Whose winnings are less than his worth; For he who is honest is noble, Whatever his fortunes or birth.~~~Alice Cary, ~Nobility~ |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
It's like being on a rollercoaster and the operator went on a coffe break....Somebody get me off this thing....LOL Good poem, spiked, I can truly relate. Michael |
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spiked Senior Member
since 2000-01-13
Posts 873Hammond, La USA |
Thank You all. Feels good to finally write and be read by such wonderful writers who understand. Will use this as a release to my writing needs for now on. Again thanks |
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