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PKreturns Member
since 2003-07-21
Posts 362New Orleans, LA |
In retrospect I often journey Slipping into that frame of mind When everything is gone for awhile Except for the endless skies above And below, my thoughts spill forth; Random wanderings of timeless echoes Find solace in the hope of tomorrow Yet when the winds of apathy Whisper words of long gone days, The grip on my throat becomes Like icy fingers of maliciousness. And there's some childish laughter Off in the distance somewhere I close my eyes in quiet desperation With different shades of mind, Lost in my silent embracing dream Waking from darkest dawn With other innocent dreamers We arise with bright grey eyes Knowing full well the darkness lost: Acquiescence, the final cost |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I tend to journey backwards too. (I was born that way.)  I like the spirit of the words here, although honestly I kinda stumbled on "acquiescence". It just riffled yer meter or something, although it perfectly describes the meaning, I think I prefer your more visual style, if it's okay for me to say so.  Hadn't read you in a while, Jer, and it's good to read you again. |
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Beasley Senior Member
since 2003-11-28
Posts 682Cheboygan,MI USA |
Nice poem. Barb |
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PKreturns Member
since 2003-07-21
Posts 362New Orleans, LA |
Karen, its ok to say so. You say it as always...so well. But I have been posting all over the forums. Don't know why you haven't read me in awhile...hmm *S* Barb, thank you. I love your humorous poems. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
it's not YOU, sweetie, I'm just playing catch up here. so many poets, so little time, yanno? Of course you do.   But hopefully I'll be more in poetry mode. |
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Broken_Winged_Angel Senior Member
since 2000-04-06
Posts 994Small Town, Somewhere |
Random wanderings of timeless echoes Find solace in the hope of tomorrow Yet when the winds of apathy Whisper words of long gone days, The grip on my throat becomes Like icy fingers of maliciousness. And there's some childish laughter Off in the distance somewhere I close my eyes in quiet desperation With different shades of mind, Lost in my silent embracing dream That section alone left me speechless. Thank you for sharing this with us. BWA |
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