Open Poetry #29 |
A Northern Town |
Michael G Senior Member
since 2000-06-25
Posts 579Nashville |
It is a drive that should have been done long ago, one that was meant to be, a far winding way north along a path of wasted asphalt. A drive I take to find myself amongst the grey parchment of this earth, bound only by my failings to truely understand what I've become. A man alone, without substance for my heart that beats the ticks of the roadway, longing to understand why it is you cannot see me. Have the clouds become thick with envy, for my cause is unkown, and I have yet to truely breathe a free breath of air not stained. It is a mistake we make, to think we can live through the graces of others, only to find them slightly tarnished, and so it goes. It is a mistake we make, to fall upon our swords, as though the act can justify how we have become indulgent in our atrocities. We are nothing if not human, fragile in our fears, strong in our convictions, longing to be loved yet not smotherd so we can be free. A freedom we cling to like our skin, protecting yet still fragile enough to allow us to bleed, allow us to feel the sting of pain. I wind north to a town I have known in my heart and my soul, only to realize I have forgotten myself in the vastness of the ride. That what I can contact and hope for is nothing, because the heart I have known is now gone, forever left with out a forwarding address. The views have changed, and with it the reason I have come, for that reason is a cleansing of sorts, a renewal of my memories to be stored away. Now is the time to be me, that which I have always known I could become, and leave nothing bitter behind but the sweat thoughts of a lasting kiss. |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
This was beautifully written Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I wind north to a town I have known in my heart and my soul, only to realize I have forgotten myself in the vastness of the ride. ~*~ You remind me that life isn't really all about us... but we remain a terribly intricate part of the equation. Well done. Welcome home. |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
MichaelG~ You've taken me on a remember cruise~ 'We are nothing if not human, fragile in our fears, strong in our convictions, longing to be loved yet not smothered so we can be free.' I think you were meant to be here for me to read this morning~ Thank you for this~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Now is the time to be me, that which I have always known I could become, =================================== Michael, you always could write so that I felt every word...over and above all else... you are a poet my friend. "I've still got sand in my shoes |
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angelblueyes Member Elite
since 2003-07-19
Posts 2148Oklahoma |
A great write with emotion I can feel in your words. Crystal |
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Mordecai's Mommy Junior Member
since 2003-09-24
Posts 12San Miguel, Ca |
I feel myself on this ride with you, to this northern town. You can feel the passion that was, only to be lost in this vast world. The sadness of no fowarding address, but the feeling of being totally free. I'm sure the venture was worth it. Mordecai's Mommy Like a dove, I am now flying free... |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Now is the time to be me, that which I have always known I could become, and leave nothing bitter behind I thoroughly enjoy your poetry Michael G~ you speak to and from the heart, and it is beautiful to me! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
just what I needed tonight |
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Jenn E Senior Member
since 2000-08-02
Posts 589Kelowna, BC, Canada |
Beautiful MG......as always Jenn E |
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