Open Poetry #22 |
At What Moment Rest? |
Michael G Senior Member
since 2000-06-25
Posts 579Nashville |
Awake the Moon's last praise of justification That rest, that fools paradise you cannot Remember the rhyme or words you create For the pen has finnally dried. What mistaken curse laid out before you, That you do tremble with a might Lasting for this eve, alone with only The candle flame for your reserve. Trusting that you may make another scratch Another stroke, alas anything to reach Your already delayed ending, of which You have not the temperment to renew. Nor cast your hand to the wind, Simply lay the pen, and walk away. |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Or keep on writing and hope the dry spell passes. Good write, deep thoughts Kethry Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Awesome write. Makes a person think Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Krishankins
since 2002-06-23
Posts 972Texas |
this one needs a bump!! Good write!! Hey dog, did you see the size of that chicken!? |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Michael, this is a good one to be read very slowly, because the pain does come through, indeed...the pain comes through very well. |
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