Hollowed
Nobody shelters the damned
for fear of damnation--
Then, if not for fear, has Love
hidden her frail body; other
than in the caves of our hollowed
hearts?
The Origin of Chimneys
"And the people grew weary,"
she sighed, crouching with crooked
limbs; girding herself
in an open window, as not to fall--
and with avid feet, she pressed her heels
and flew (from weighted sorrows)
on to the empty roof and waited,
"Holding their head in their hands,
they wept and froze to stone."
Impulse
I think my Mother worries
about me because I am
always jumping head-first
into everything-- without
fully prepping my wings.
If
I wish I could touch my past-
selves; place a slight finger on
each shoulder and whisper neverending
I love yous in their delicate
ears all day.
Author notes
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GOOD POEM NEEDS MORE ADDING TO IT
My feelings in regard to past life’s seem to clearly avoid the here and now. I get a feeling of opting out whoever the person you have created in the poem. Just remember past life’s are very real, depending on the way you search, I would also consider past life regressions of which are very dominant in the words However, one looks at this poem which is very well put and very much the truth . Searching for ones own past lives might change you ideas if you ever found out those past life’s, very well put thanks. I also get a younger person searching for life’s answers I hope you don’t mind I READ BETWEEN THE LINES THANKS FOR SHARING.
©frank2009
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Oh, I don't mind at all, but it isn't one poem.
It's four seperate ideas/poems, they aren't meant to be read as one passage.
But I do appreciate very much your kind words and critique!
Thank you for the applause as well!
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Hot poem; Hotter picture : )
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lol, thanks!
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