i wish i could speak
with the eloquence of the wise,
through tongues of the old
and then, maybe,
i could say to you
the images around my brain;
i wish i could hear
with all the perceptions of the found,
ears of silver catching the thoughts of
those around the firelight
singing with tunes unheard and
unthought
i wish (with a passion), i could think
as the minds before have raced along
the woody track
towards life and infinity
i wish i could love as they had
long ago as they had
for love seems to have progressed
to an unrecognizable state
passion to a dreary undertone
where we love and leave,
hear and forget
speak them stumble
upon our heavy hearts
A contest entry
- I by N e a r.
2300 points, ended February 3, 2008, 220 entries
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Comments
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Mysterious in the sense that we don't personally know who "they" are. I can interpret that something has happened to make you wish these things, and you did a good job at writing out your thoughts.
Puncuation with the "i"s. i = I.
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