Its hard to strut along; with paddling feet.
When what one most wants to do is fly the sky.
Its hard to stop a flood of torrid tears in eyes.
When everything inside of one has just up and died.
No one prepares the wanderer for the path.
Who engages the flailing hearts with bath.
It's not enough to wonder what the painter paints.
I want to know the inside scoop; when hearts faint.
I want to live the life that passions me.
Grab hold to life's encrusted destiny.
I cannot accept this meager plate of fare.
I'm of the kind who likes a much bolder dare.
So for me I need the eagle's eager wings.
I need the loftiness of life's summer flings.
The rapturous infringement of the no-can-do(s)
would set my heart afire with its hullabaloo(s)
Its when I've tried the hamburger vs. the steak.
That my body first begins to crave and then to ache.
I want the vestiges of the brightness of the divine.
To interact with the exceptional/the one of a kind.
Author notes
16. It's At Times Like This That I Realize Survival Is Not Enough
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A contest entry
- The 28 Ways by lowercase prelude.
700 points, ended August 26, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Wonderful imagery and delightful to read. Good luck in the contest. God Bless
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Thank you so much for your flattering review lol
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this was wonderful
you imagery was done very well
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