Open Poetry #13 |
What More Than This |
Michael G Senior Member
since 2000-06-25
Posts 579Nashville |
Hush the night though sounds pass by far in ancient melodies that resemble a beat. That beat is your heart that takes a moment to comprehend the feeling that you swore to uphold. The feeling of foresight to make your way through the ink stained day that trips you. Is your desk a sanctuary, or has it become your cell? The everyday order that tears you down. In the eve of your nightmare when you press to be whole sing silent the windows that whisper you home. |
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latin passion Senior Member
since 2001-04-26
Posts 576 |
Wow! you definitely saw my day of yesterday. You hit it on the head. LP - loved it. |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
Yes, when the day gets too much the night is there waiting. Just be sure to leave day where it belongs. Joyce |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
I loved it, absolutely loved it. Kathleen Blake |
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Marina Member Elite
since 2000-02-10
Posts 2245Pickering, Ontario |
Great piece! Everyone has a Sanctaury. It's how you use it that counts. Love Marina It is a blessing to have wings for words, and passion in pen |
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