Open Poetry #14 |
Riding the storm |
thecraig Member
since 2001-03-11
Posts 223 |
Riding the Storm with the front tyre worn, more ragged with each turn of the wheel with the bowed chain clattering in my mind it is not mattering, with wet hair peeled back from my eyes; Late spring rain, all dressed up, so snug as a bug in a rug I feel, Another problem arises I ask myself why, I lift up my chin & wonder reassured no one wants to drink from my cup; Shoulder into the rubber, throttle not making me bored, Than up like a bird on the wing having soared final destination I make it that's good Then if I can make it through dinner, I can make it through pudding. |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
WOW!!! Such an intriguing perspective you've written here, I am dazzled by the way you express yourself, your talent shines in your voice! It felt like you were navigating across choppy thoughts in the ocean of your mind, then you were like the seagull flying for freedom into the enchanted garden of your heart! (smiles) Thank you for this marvelous trip! I enjoyed it greatly! And when I get the chance, I too will savor the pudding of enlightenment! (smiles) You have such a beautiful heart, dear friend, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
Some interesting abstract thoughts here... really enjoyed it. I guess life is like a banquet with its various courses once we finish the main meal we get dessert "Build a man a fire, he'll be warm for a day. Set a man on fire and he'll be warm for the rest of his life". Terry Pratchett |
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thecraig Member
since 2001-03-11
Posts 223 |
You have both espeacially mistletoe given me a deeper insight than I first percieved myself on initial reflection. Thankyou both your comments werean award to me. |
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