Open Poetry #28 |
When Memory Turns to You |
Robert Frazier Senior Member
since 2003-02-06
Posts 1014 |
Nothing else can make me ache, Ever more than listening; To the musing of your furtiveness pen My soul would silent, sing Clutch the cold and splintered stake, Drive deep my sinking heart; I found myself upon life's stage Reading lines without a part So, I dream to higher beauty, And there my sights assume; Then I awoke and found me here In the darkness of my room Dare confess to higher conscience, Till nothings left to earn; Seems what I lack in courage My broken heart must learn Alas, it's what is done to me, When memory turns to you; Out here on the razor's edge My blood is colored blue |
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Ceinwyn Member Elite
since 2000-07-09
Posts 2175VA |
I feel this ache...yes do I ever... If at first you don't succeed destroy all the evidence that you tried. |
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angelblueyes Member Elite
since 2003-07-19
Posts 2148Oklahoma |
I hear your despair.May it all be light again soon. angelblueyes |
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MARK V SHELDON Member Elite
since 2001-06-21
Posts 3015In a corporeal internship... |
I like this one a lot -- you've captured well the intent in a style that flowed effortlessly. AND... I can relate. -MVS You CAN make a difference: |
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