Open Poetry #26 |
Glass |
LastMoments Member
since 2003-03-07
Posts 92 |
I sat that night Perched at my window Outside the stars glistened Dripping shards of life The fire never ending Dancing to my eyes Warm discomfort; soothing Strange acceptance in the winds Tears trace the feeble path With footprints far behind Of times I fell to demand And broke to my weakness The scars along my arms hidden Each a stories rest That etched in stone a time Of being all alone The eyes a doorway to the past Locked away to understanding Under blocks of these mistakes A key hidden to lose myself On the desk the piece of glass That drips what may remain Of a time that could of been When I could have saved myself Sometimes I just can't let go |
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whiskey
since 1999-12-28
Posts 1278Australia |
Moving piece, very deep. I hope this is not of expierence in life. A sadness is felt. Julie |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
I feel the sadness. I like the way you expressed the sadness too. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
I like your writing, seems familiar in that comfortable way. And letting go? Best of luck. ~wranx "The shortest distance between two points is.....sometimes intolerable" |
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Startime55 Member Elite
since 2003-04-05
Posts 2148Alberta, Canada |
Sometimes writing is the best way to let go...my heart and soul were deeply touched by this poem.... |
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MikeFessel Member
since 2003-04-19
Posts 321Brooklyn, NYC, USA |
This is one of the best poems I have read in my entire life! Wow! This is amazing! "Outside the stars glistened Dripping shards of life" -this is incredible imagery. "Warm discomfort; soothing" -ooh very good! "Tears trace the feeble path With footprints far behind" -terrific. "Of times I fell to demand And broke to my weakness" -I like the way you expressed this "The scars along my arms hidden Each a stories rest" -this is my favorite part "That etched in stone a time Of being all alone" -scars etching. Oh my, this is amazing "On the desk the piece of glass That drips what may remain Of a time that could of been When I could have saved myself" -This whole stanza is incredible and so moving! "Sometimes I just can't let go" -Sigh...I know the feeling. This is so expressive and powerful without throwing your emotions at people. Wow I envy your style. Truly poetic. Sorry if I gushed here, but I was deeply moved by this. Mike |
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Kielo Senior Member
since 2002-02-11
Posts 1109 |
The scars along my arms hidden Each a stories rest That etched in stone a time Of being all alone ************************** On the desk the piece of glass That drips what may remain Of a time that could of been When I could have saved myself Sometimes I just can't let go This is painful... I know this feeling, and I hope that it will let go of both of us eventually. Preferably sooner rather than later. In my darker moments I don't believe it possible... but right now nothing seems wrong with hope. Hugs to you. Kielo I know only one thing, and that thing is that I know nothing. |
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