Open Poetry #8 |
My soul rushes forward... |
Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
My soul rushes forward, the world holds me back. Gravitational pull is the pull of your sack... What do I carry? -- Cold stars and a flag -- Worn out flag of the country I left All the rest is not mine, but is clinging to me -- It’s the fate of the slaves to hold back the free. And I lack a reply to the question, “to be?” -- Not daring to drop off my heft. If only my arms could lift me like letters, I’d take Cupid’s arrows and spread them like feathers And rise to the words of “Nothing else matters...” And learn from the stars how to gleam. But the battery’s dead and my headphones are broken I did not get the gist of the words that they’ve spoken. As the day just began, I was rudely awoken, -- Cut off from my wonderful dream. As for now, 3 PM and my day’s just beginning 3:15 -- Wash the dishes, 3:50 -- dry cleaning Grains of sand hit the bottom and cover the meaning Of the hourglass, -- deep like your eyes. A quarter to five, there’s a date with the Muse A quarter to seven, I can’t miss the news. Then a note to oneself, “have to purchase new shoes; Need a photo -- a milk carton size...” |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Killer last line, catching the reader unprepared! A view into your world, thank you. Corinne |
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nando Member
since 2000-06-09
Posts 87Vaxjo, Smaland, Sweden |
Loved reading your poem, different, but touching... Specially loved this part: "If only my arms could lift me like letters, I’d take Cupid’s arrows and spread them like feathers And rise to the words of “Nothing else matters...”" You´ve said it all here my friend... -nando- Ask me how to live your life, and this to you I´ll say: make your choises true and wise, so that when tomorrow will arise, you´ll smile at yesterday... |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
Thank you both! I'm glad you liked it! |
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Skyfyre Senior Member
since 1999-08-15
Posts 1906Sitting in Michael's Lap |
The mind is an amazing thing -- A gushing fount, unending spring Of possibilities, that sing Concordant in extremes; But oh, the song is bittersweet If e'er it closes incomplete: When Life intrudes on clumsy feet And interrupts your dreams ... This flowed like thought -- as I believe was your intent. "Masterful" chaos, m'friend! --Kess YOUR LIFE IS A TEST It is only a test ... If this were your Actual Life, you would have been given better instructions! |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Excellent, Master! I enjoyed this very much! Denise |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
Kess, what a wonderful reply... Is that yours? Denise, thanks! Where have you been the last couple of days?! I've missed your work! |
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