Open Poetry #24 |
Seagull (repost from 23) |
Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
Not that I have a lot to speak of, But my tongue, God, is rather worn out, So I cry by myself like a seagull, Drink the sunlight that falls through the key-hole, And continue to mumble out loud (Not that I have a lot to speak of). I’m alone here. I’m despised by people. I don’t mind. I don’t fit in their crowd. So I cry by myself like a seagull. Give me wings and a rooftop to leap off And I’ll soar up to heaven unbound! Not that I have a lot to speak of, But the prayers continue to seep through Opened lips when there’s no one around, So I cry by myself like a seagull. Do You see the bell on the steeple? That’s my soul! It is turned inside out, Since I don’t have a lot to speak of, Listen, God, for the cry of a seagull. Check out my poetry here: |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
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silence is sometimes best... |
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