Open Poetry #33 |
Recourse to Self |
marcel Senior Member
since 2003-03-02
Posts 660az, usa |
Recourse to Self Between life and death There is infinite wisdom That drives the understanding of things; Within this quiet moment is a reflective sigh That remembers the good days passed When the sun sprayed the skies orange And content, iced the mountaintops across calm seas--- Proving that peace within itself is beautiful. The questioning sigh that accompanies death is timeless As it seems to gasp for life when the sun sets, Choking…like being in a room full of worried smokers Who pace and pace, waiting… Speaking of time, It is relative only onto itself, Making patience a liar, Hope the optimistic procrastinator, And wisdom…well, lets ask God--- I have tried to ask in my dreams And He seems to answer But simplicity is what I seek Because I sometimes forget when I awake. Am I dreaming now? As the moon turns liquid before my eyes, Dripping off silver lined clouds To form glowing drops of compassionate rain, Slowly washing away the rust of death’s scythe As God opportunes me this final recourse to self. Marcel |
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dinky Member
since 2002-10-19
Posts 258 |
great write "UH de nah nah nah..." |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Something so sacred permeates this piece...magnificent imagery An infinite and timeless write. TD |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
dang...you're getting so good! |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Sending you back for another round... Smiles, TD |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Very beautiful and inspired piece. Love, Margherita |
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Moon Dust
since 1999-06-11
Posts 2177Skelmersdale, UK |
I love the imagary of the moon If your afraid of the dark, then why did you come? |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
"Am I dreaming now? As the moon turns liquid before my eyes, Dripping off silver lined clouds To form glowing drops of compassionate rain, Slowly washing away the rust of death’s scythe As God opportunes me this final recourse to self" Very, very much enjoyed this beauty. ....jo |
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