Open Poetry #11 |
First, Last and Always |
Michael G Senior Member
since 2000-06-25
Posts 579Nashville |
I remember the sheets that flowed free in the wind of a summers day, gently covering my face and hands in those times I had alone. Such was my life of being young, those days colliding into one another seeking my heart to triumph and pushing me away. In a two step memory, I fade to gray skies that darken pulling me to a new hope of lost transgressions comfort. Seeking some solace in my growing I followed through the door of a city scape wonderland that strips the rich and dresses the poor. Not for confession, nor for my sin I collapse upon her breast, letting my soul flow out in back street confidence’s made pure. Dance the night, make the stars my home shake hands with those fallen angels that find me laughing at the wind for its folly and remorse. But true to my hand I see my passion rise again, and with new love in my heart I take journey’s first step. |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
sounds like you have discovered paradise, care to give the rest of us directions. beuatiful poem. There's a feeling of contentment Now that you are here I feel satisfied I belong inside Your velvet heaven" Depeche mode |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Beautiful imagery to match a beautiful poem...well done |
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