Here on the edge of my sanity lost,
Stranded in cluttered depth's bereaved.
In reason left in layers of confusion moss,
I'm desperate for a blank page reprieve.
Sitting here minus cacophonic clutter.
Fading sounds so hectic evaporate.
Into a silent mist of mind hum sputter,
slowly lifting to the ether's to dissipate.
Blank white noise collects in stoic static,
veiled heavily in a silent under toe.
Waves in vanquished tribulations manic,
drift away on quiet stilled streams even flow.
Peaceful spirits cloak my soul's vibrations,
embracing my need for solitudes touch.
As a crystal cleared vision of affirmation,
enters my mind in a convoluted hunch.
Oh how I treasure these moments alone,
bathed in sequined silence all on my own.
4/17/2007
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Darn, I didn't get a chance to finish my comment before the think sent my comment. Anyway, this is a great poem. Such beautiful flow and thoughts. Thank you for sharing.
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Oh my goodness... "I'm desperate for a blank page reprieve."
Dear friend, let it be that you find some comfort. -
A wonderful and outstanding take on this prompt
your words run deep, and leave much for all of us to ponder over,
Thanks for sharing,
Warm thoughts
Frozentearz -
ABOLUTELY WONDERFUL!
I have always found a certain joy, and peace in being alone sometimes. It gives one time to think and dwell on their deepest thoughts and feelings.
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Oh how I treasure these moments alone,
bath in sequined silence all on my own. I think we all treasure silence sometimes...and our own space. good luck in the contest
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