Thoughts at One-Thirty a.m.

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Open Poetry #9

Thoughts at One-Thirty a.m.

jennie may*
Member

since 2000-06-17

Posts 122

0 posted 2000-08-02 02:29 AM

one-thirty in the morning
brings
bleary eyes

and silent cries
as always

long back roads
wrap themselves
around me

in silence

I cup the wind
in my sore
palms

and think of you.

thoughts pile up so
deep sometimes
I feel I'm buried
in them

and I just miss you.

I have spent
months with
red heat and
anger
and
pride

only to find that
now

I have forgiven you
without
realizing it

I whisper to the wind
silently
asking
where you are

if I could only be there

just to see your
dark eyes

only to feel your
tidal embrace...

tonight
one-thirty
cries
softly
to me

it sings your song

the one I
can't let myself
forget

ethome
Member Patricius

since 2000-05-14

Posts 11858
New Brunswick Canada

1 posted 2000-08-02 02:37 AM

Amazing how beautiful inspired words such as these come to life in the silent hours of the night. The cleansing of the thoughts of the sensitive poetic type helps to them deal with the hurt that brought such intense thoughts to be. This is sad and yearning poetic beauty.

take care....ethome..

Poet deVine

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Member Seraphic

since 1999-05-26

Posts 22612
Hurricane Alley

2 posted 2000-08-02 08:44 PM

Ah! I like this..

kitkat
Senior Member

since 2000-01-11

Posts 878
Nova Scotia

3 posted 2000-08-02 08:52 PM

awww this was vey good. I can relate to this. Very nice writting.

passing shadows
Member Empyrean

since 1999-08-26

Posts 45577
displaced

4 posted 2004-05-02 07:37 PM

gawd! i know this feeling!

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