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A Trip Over Words...memories
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A Trip Over Words...memories |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines 
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A Trip Over Words Dotted in yellow, landscaped in green Like little grave markers, by the Western Run. Sprouting new life on the old of the scene Through leaves of yesterday, each dainty one. They lined the highways, from north to the south And carpeted hillsides, those daffodils did. Forsythias stretched, forming walls all about Building thoughts in my mind, as tears blinked from eyelids. Lost in memories, words constant in stream Till golden spires rose ahead in the blue. Feeling a twinge of a loss of a dream Words in my mind still calling to you. By my side everywhere, I discover you're there Standing tall, never leaning, outstretched in the air. Reflections, my wantings, while aching inside Just a shadow in darkness, I now shall reside. Blossoms of flowers, words forming in haste Touching my heart as they float passing by. Today a puzzle, unpieced, poison laced To never see rainbows appear in my sky. Bent down lifted petals, inhaled sweet the scent Silken to touch as I pressed fingers tight. Releasing, then tossing in air, time was spent Surrendering sad thoughts, to those of my night. Throughout the length driven, time motioned to me Don't ever turn back, such pain needs to cease. Continue the travels, move forward to see The beauty in springtime, a calmness, a peace. By my side everywhere, I discover you're there Standing tall, never leaning, outstretched in the air. Reflections, my wantings, while aching inside Just a shadow in darkness, I now shall reside. Those feelings welled up, on the inside of me Quitting when reaching the top of my throat. Crawling inside myself, searching to be The "one and only" of words which were wrote. Was lost in those dreams, as I've traveled this road Like that evergreen standing, so stubborn am I. Developing films, of those scenes to reload My memories snapped before sun sets the sky. My mind keeps tugging and pulling my strings Marionette-like she dances, sometimes on cue. Comforting thoughts each becomes, each one brings When leaving, with smiles to help ease me through. By my side everywhere, I discover you're there Standing tall, never leaning, outstretched in the air. Reflections, my wantings, while aching inside Just a shadow in darkness, I now shall reside. M/M 3/23-3/26/00 (the ride to my first Poet's Meet in Richmond, VA) "Love is not blind - It sees more and not less, but because it sees more, it is willing to see less." |
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SmartChick Member Rara Avis
since 2001-09-23
Posts 7081On A Journey To The Unknown |
This is a beautifully written poem. It sounds so sad. |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Lost in memories, words constant in stream Till golden spires rose ahead in the blue. Feeling a twinge of a loss of a dream Words in my mind still calling to you. I can see you driving while making mental notes as you take it all in. ... always lovely coming from you~ Hugs Maur~ |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Bent down lifted petals, inhaled sweet the scent Silken to touch as I pressed fingers tight. Releasing, then tossing in air, time was spent Surrendering sad thoughts, to those of my night. A beautiful flow of memories, dear Maureen. Love, Margherita |
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