Open Poetry #34 |
nothing certain |
Michael G Senior Member
since 2000-06-25
Posts 579Nashville |
Out of the dark, the rain soaked night, the land bathed in snow did you hear the world talking once more in the shadows of its own existance, laughing like the careless mother of us all. I hear whispers from the night that fall upon me, wishing me awake so I may fall, whispers that lead to a new overture of feelings landing square upon my breast anchoring in my heart. Nothing can be so bland as to wake in the morning feeling little about it all only to have to walk, walk to the shadows that laugh at your pain, for once again you may be the joke of the day. |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
what a sad ending - felt this Susan If I wander far enough, long enough, will I finally know . . . |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
I guess that life is just what we make of it. No, nothing is certain. It's a game of chance. So, make it exciting! Chris ~The soul that can speak through the eyes can also kiss with a gaze~ |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Nothing can be so bland as to wake in the morning feeling little about it all only to have to walk, walk to the shadows that laugh at your pain, for once again you may be the joke of the day. Ouchie!!!! I know this feeling, and it's not funny! And so it goes~ |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I know what you mean |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I'm often the joke of the day... I just turned it around to fact... It will get better... |
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