Open Poetry #20 |
The Sick Within |
nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
The Sick Within I hear the thunder in my wake conditioning the spell of me. This intermission of my life brings thoughts that craze, desires that be. I miss the moments of your choice, the silent whispers, innocence. Imagining forevers hold, awake I am with thoughts intense. Sitting here in front of you, eyes half closed but seeing plain. The greenness of me waits, its longing sighing for each breaths remain. That which doesn't wall me in shall auctioneer to highest bid. Bridging gaps of missing need shall spare me time and excess rid. I wonder in the space of you stepping in the shadows gait, measuring the pieces fit, wondering why, in silent wait. The air has calmed the sick within allowing me in dreams to steep. I hear the music, soft the waves drifting me back to my sleep. "Love is not blind - It sees more and not less, but because it sees more, it is willing to see less." |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
I miss the moments of your choice, the silent whispers, innocence. Imagining forevers hold, awake I am with thoughts intense. Seems to be what 2:AM was made for...feel it. |
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Tiersdin Member Elite
since 2000-11-17
Posts 2364east coast |
How this touches me deeply... loved this, ~Tier "I shall never bond again, as I have bonded with you..." |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
The air has calmed the sick within allowing me in dreams to steep. I hear the music, soft the waves drifting me back to my sleep. I know this moment too Maureen. It's as though an argument in my mind, finally settles down and lets me get some rest... Very vivid and apt portrayal here! |
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DestinysCharm Member
since 2000-04-28
Posts 90 |
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LRbaba Junior Member
since 2002-05-07
Posts 30Dallas, Texas, |
yes longing is a sickness very nice LR |
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Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
I hear the thunder in my wake conditioning the spell of me. This intermission of my life brings thoughts that craze, desires that be. A beautiful poem, Maureen...How did your appointment with the doc go this morning? Lyra |
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