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If Not For The Words





A recollection,


a contemplation  
of idle thoughts and determinations;


a scattering and gathering
of random lists to unclench fists;


where echoes call and tears fall


to be alone and lost
yet at home with the fear.


A living sphere,
the darkness rages within

 

cries out in the night, hides from the light
of the list,


of the list,


of the words

that lead to understanding.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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    March 19, 2008

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    a few times i kinda flinched, hoping this wouldnt dive into some self-indulgent pity fest, about inner angst, though when i thought you were about to hit that line the last line hit me and i was taken back to what was really important understanding. It took a few reads before i really started to dig this, and you truly know how to lead a reader on. Anywhere else some of those lines would have made my eyes roll, but you kept this at a very mature and personal level that speaks of suffering in a very human way. Definately a surprise


  • Touchof1der silver member
    March 18, 2008

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    to be alone and lost
    yet at home with the fear

    Knowing there are those out there that are truly experiencing this type of "living", if one could call it such, causes my heart to grieve. I have known this dark place you speak of and it does nothing to nourish the heart, soul and mind of those inflicted upon. This one has stirred up memories as well as brought some deeply loved ones to the surface of my mind. Great work as always. Your words ring of strongly held thoughts and ideas, and emotions throughtout this piece. Thank you for sharing and best wishes to you. Keep that pen handy dear poet.
    ♥ Touchof1der


  • Pamela A Lamppa silver member
    March 18, 2008

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    Another deeply felt piece. Excellent verse. "yet at home with the fear" describes an uncomfortable comfort level of acceptance. Ahhh. Well done. ~Pamela