Open Poetry #17 |
Reflective Teachings |
D.Lester Young Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1219Austin, Tx |
Let us write powerfully but with a greater mystery in it. Oh truly blessed child How come I cannot mold you? For as I teach others You are always questioning Oh the pain you create in me For I see myself being molded To have been conformed To what others wanted Oh truly blessed child Quit being difficult with me For even as I cry inside I must change your direction For what was taught me Must be truly right For me to go on the path I did Without doubting it Oh truly blessed child Why do you frustrate me so? The more I attempt to bend you The straighter you get As you effect me I internally stress out For I cannot let go To the dimension implanted in me Oh hell child lets go play Let me unwind in the fun Of us using our minds spontaneously Creating our own fantasies Oh child this was fun But I must retire Into the other side of the mirror To see your image again tomorrow D.Lester Young (11/19/01) Tuscaloosa, AL |
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LngJhnAg Member Elite
since 1999-07-23
Posts 3508Boot+Kitty=Poetry in motion |
I like the way you set this out in your composition. It has a neat slant to it that holds the reader. Well done. |
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D.Lester Young Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1219Austin, Tx |
Thanks for the comment, the slant is different to the reader and the surprise is in the end. Blessings and a good week to you! |
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