Open Poetry #39 |
I feel not well |
themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland |
I feel like shiatsu, the sounds of spit. The hour’s slow; my ego grows To sooth myself (I lose myself) Without a glance of hesitation. Oh dear god, my savior odd. I try to love, my heart above Without one thought, my all for naught From the painful-sting, disdain. Simple is’t no’, that she will go To make a prayer, beginning layer The broken stair; with blackened hair Where the nighttime never leaves you. The climax: their obvious glair. She looks with eyes, without surprise. I look with hands; my eyes are sans And my heart is broken to her. [This message has been edited by themute (12-27-2006 12:11 AM).] |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
Matthew, Your poetry is stunning! It has a voice of its own that sings loudly and clearly. As to "I feel not well", I hope the new year brings good things. miscellanea |
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Roniece Dawson-Bruce Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689Sydney, Australia |
I agree... he writes stunning words that capture and lure you in ! well done Matthew you gorgeous boy! RDB |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
stunning....gorgeous.... yes, I agree! |
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themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland |
Ladies, thank you for your warm coments. they are comforting, though my situation is rather depressing. it sturrs my butterflies and makes me sad and feeling hopeless. love is a sad thing when it doesn't go both ways. |
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