Open Poetry #22 |
Abrasive Skin of a Poet’s Mind |
D.Lester Young Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1219Austin, Tx |
The pain suffered in life Must not be imprisoned In the accumulation of live sentences For the acidity would drown us Leaving skeletal remains At some time these feelings Must be left out to fertilize The thorns whose roses Will recapture the beauty within The soft pedals of inner reflection So as pain creates the scratches whose thorns Bleed us dry of the emotions to cry The same flower must raise our spirit Into the heavens of realities pleasures Leaving us to get by with the will to survive In the moisture of renewal within us For the rose is the symbol of some people’s life A two sided sword One dulled from every day use But still looking for the hidden beauty in things The other side razor sharp cutting to the bone Each necessitated for self survival Bur I have my own special garden Wearing the abrasive skin of a poet’s mind That sees things in so many ways My rose gains new dimensions of expression Each releasing its own demon In each new texture of each new verse My rose grows in dimension But with every pain of every day life It transcends its boundaries To live within my heart For I must overcome adversity D.Lester Young 9/9/2002 Tuscaloosa, AL Copyright © D.Lester Young (White Eagle poetry) |
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WhiteRose Member Elite
since 2002-07-23
Posts 3208somebody's dungeon |
At some time these feelings Must be left out to fertilize The thorns whose roses Will recapture the beauty within The soft pedals of inner reflection Very well done!! As always. |
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Fandaen Junior Member
since 2001-06-24
Posts 47Ft Worth, Texas |
I enjoyed this very much. Well Done |
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