Open Poetry #36 |
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Midnight |
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Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
Yesterday shall never come as tomorrow seems a long past time forevermore means nevermore, and poets never rhyme. Eddy’s in the current swirling, As bluegill shun dried bait, Why is that the past still haunts me? Why can’t the pain abate? |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
In mid of night, the swirling eddies can hold us in a holding pattern where one can drown in their sorrows. It takes great strength to swim away from such a powerful vortex of dark waters. ~ May you find that strength, dear Poet. ![]() EA |
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