Open Poetry #34 |
Half Cast |
DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
He never knew why the wild wind took him He never knew why he rebelled He never knew of playing away He never knew why he must be away He never knew why he left He never knrew why be fought not to return He never knew The family blood matched their words "O" And he was a "B" |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
This is so intense, dear Dave! Maybe now he knows? Awareness dawns? In letting go there is peace. Love, Margherita |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
Margherita Maybe it is the only way I know how to write. An Angry Poet I suppose I am. The knowledge starts at the beginning. He doesn't learn until he is a great deal older and then he is never told until he knows it in words, when he is then told what he knows. In the interval he is just told in the soul. regards Dave |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
... when he is then told what he knows. ~*~ The things some of us know inherently, are sometimes too much to bear for others. I know this poem. Thank you, Dave. |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Excellent. Nodding in agreement here with the others. Chris ~The soul that can speak through the eyes can also kiss with a gaze~ |
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*Alli4000*
since 2004-03-21
Posts 3188The World of Poetry |
Awesome write Dave. ~Alli~ Happy Holidays! |
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