Open Poetry #11 |
Egressed |
wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) |
I escaped I ran till legs no longer leaped I fell and cried, I believe I sleep I dream yet oft for miser's pain Sets a course throughout my brain Now I’m trapped and one more lap To the bed rail I am strapped One more beaten path to cross One more beating one more loss One more fleeting Albatross One sling ready aim and toss Keeping dreary if not the gloss The road the nimble avenue The signs read they must lead to you I wore quite weary on that road Thought I’d drift and then explode But by merging onto street Is knowing someday fate will meet So have I yet escaped Have my strings been cut If my eyes aren’t sleeping In prayer I’ll keep them shut The vigil gives me sense of worth If still my breathing pains the earth [This message has been edited by wayoutwalt (edited 12-18-2000).] |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
Walt... unusual style for you my friend. It has that same sense of melancholy I always have in my poetry - lol. I hope your breathing isn't always pained when upon the earth...I'm sure it doesn't pain it...though pain is derived from such. An excellent write. K |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Sounds like a tough way out Walt but you tell the tale very well...I enjoyed the read though.............. I thought it was quite creative....ethome |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Walt~ You are definitely S T R E T C H I N G in your writing ! Loved this thought - 'If my eyes aren’t sleeping In prayer I’ll keep them shut' Marvelously stated. ~*Marge*~< !signature--> ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] [This message has been edited by Marge Tindal (edited 12-18-2000).] |
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