Yesterdays collects in the pity pool
Wallowed in the mud we live in murky shallows.
Preservation, more than shame turns the eyes when air meets water.
The tall saw grass dangles
limp with perspiration
calloused fingers chase salty beads
thru the time etched crevices
reading brail stubble trails
left behind by the tired hours.
Longing for the opal clouds
listening for her quiet tones
-why must you whisper?
Joy speaks in whispers
and the jingle played
in the background
as chimes swayed combative
in the midst of marriage
and tired breath of sighs.
“I love you” he said
“Yes I know,
you’ve told me”
the heart stutters,
aches yet again.
Still he does.
Still she does not.
Because I do not wish
I wish for darkness.
Because I do not wish to become
I’ve come to wait
in this, our place
to rest beside the pond
and gaze upon the island
where time is kept
only with the moons passing.
Soon, fatigue will overcome
Then the dreams will become
peace among the shadows
and tomorrows new beginnings
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Written October 1st, 2005
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I am so moved. There are so many real places here that touched my soul, poking, prodding the emotions within taunting me to stop wishing and to stop becoming.....
I will not give in.
For when we begin to stop wishing and cease to become, we relinquish all power over self.
My friend, this piece is amazing, and deep, and pure.
I loved it. Top to bottom, inside and out. Brava! ~Pam
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It is really a very sharp write which ignites the emote of soul with a deep kind effect relating the love and the intensity of love which is spreading over to this great nature covering the displine of the the concept of the time in terms of its life and age too. The thoughts are very seriously attempted in this write revealing the philosophy of life through and through. The beauty of wtrite lies in the feelings of the internal world which are crying to touch the world of eternity unknowingly. The flow of the write is very impressive and just to the point. I reallay appreciate this work.prabhudayal khattar
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Oh, wow... this is a very strong poem. It made me feel trapped and exhausted ... a powerful and sad piece.
Excellent work, enjoyed it,
~ Wendy
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