Wandering the halls of dreams
forever longing a better life,
seeking the hereafter now.
If but only for a moment,
grasping peace, like butterflies out of reach,
yet always within sight.
Bordering on fine lines of madness
praying the insanity does not win
once again.
Yearning days of reckoning
where justice prevails,
beings living in a peaceful manner....
A contest entry
- Simple Free Verse Poetry by Dalaney.
900 points, ended October 2, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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This I can relate to, it's like that in my mind, too.
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"grasping peace, like butterflies out of reach,
yet always within sight." I always look for that
one line that gets me. this is it. thank you
so very much for entering. love, lane -
This is great my brother.
For me, it brings the thought that, the incomplete will never become or really be visited by the complete. Only that the 'incomplete' can visit and surrender to the 'complete' which always was and is.
The yearning will always be 'yearning' because that what it is
and loving will always be 'loving', 'peace' be peace and so forth... I also believe that this is how to avoid the 'madness'.
Good luck for the contest, great response to a great prompt!
Sol
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