Open Poetry #34 |
What happened to Tuesday? (Please Read) |
poe Member
since 2004-09-06
Posts 180Heading to China |
Waking up in the middle of life Day dreams of a past float through Standing still yet seeing the world pass by in a flurry Numbness consumes the outer shell While an inferno burns in the back of the mind Tear drops rolling down as those foggy images play in the mind In a quest for what is unseen forgetting about what is Clouds pour down the rain washing away existence as a whole Dizziness spinning me like a nightmarish merry-go-round The daylight of reality finally crack the locks on my eyes Confusion feeling like cement shoes Falling down with my fists pounding against the dirt A scream wishes to escape from my lips Yet it is silenced by the reminisces of my comatose state Hands clasped together praying for what can not be Others trying to tell me it is not possible My mind does not want to listen Wishing for my wasted days Those times taken for granted Eyes squinting for a far off light that is nothing more then a mirage Always coming back to the same fact Time passes us all by Having to come to terms That I am no different then that wilting rose I will be just another grain of sand in the wind A smile cracks my dour expression I finally realize I am no longer blind And it all came to be before my demise Tomorrow comes for those who fear it. |
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J.Samm Member
since 2004-01-12
Posts 415Iloilo City, Philippines |
wow... sometimes, one has to go through rough times before he sees sunlight again...a good write here, well done! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
understood |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
Lying In A Hammock At William Duffy’s Farm In Pine Island, Minnesota Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly, Asleep on the black trunk, Blowing like a leaf in green shadow. Down the ravine behind the empty house, The cowbells follow one another Into the distances of the afternoon. To my right, In a field of sunlight between two pines, The droppings of last year's horses Blaze up into golden stones. I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on. A chicken hawk floats over, looking for home. I have wasted my life. James Wright |
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peppermint35 Senior Member
since 2000-05-28
Posts 1106Texas, USA |
good job... remember what you've learned.. knowledge like this comes with its own pain. Perhaps the pain, as much as the knowledge, makes us grow. Pepper |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
You write with clear emotions here. Well done. Time does not pass anyone by poet. It sifts to the surface what has been hidden, and leaves it for the sun to make clear. Hugs, TD |
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froggy Senior Member
since 2003-06-23
Posts 1893Michigan |
A wonderful read. Wonderfully written :-) |
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froggy Senior Member
since 2003-06-23
Posts 1893Michigan |
wonderful read wonderfully written I like this :-) |
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