in not hurting
one clicks the shackle
we stand and flog all days sun
with all this pain you set me free
with the power of love to raise a soul
a tear drips across this cheek
over patterns of pleasure and pain
the clown leans into the painted smile
with crushed roses at his feet
the poet's pen swirls with no rhyme
but flows perfect in time
go figure that one out
every mountain has a summit
with cool air to fill a lung
I bless my soul and wonder where to place it
with so many good friends and cheer
some even drink beer
some so special my knees wobble
and both my hearts tumble
I stand cold stare into the wind
as the sun breaks through the clouds
with every hue of grey blue in the sky
restful movement settles this soul
I face west thinking of east
my Father, his Father and myself speak our words
we agree one day it might rain, and rain and rain so hard
the earth may slip and fall from below our feet
still we wish on this star
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Please tell me what you think
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Some really powerful images here - I'm halted by /with all this pain you set me free/ and /I bless my soul and wonder where to place it/ and /both my hearts tumble/. The solitary thinker on the mountain top is also very strong, and the waiting for the rain brings in biblical images. The painted smile and crushed roses are temporal, the poem moves quickly past into higher spheres. I'm not sure I totally understood this, but it definitely made a big impression.
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Thanks. It was sort of an exorcism (not in the evil sense) to re-centre my soul after gaining more knowledge of my sources of light and dark.
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Thanks the feelings were raw and scrambled.
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Bravo.
I really liked the images and feeling in this one.
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