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Thank you TailorStately, I'm glad!

Will these feelings ever fade away?
Will I always remain the same?
Guided by a wayward mind,
leading myself
to be led astray?

Like a wind that can't be named,
no direction that it stays,...

What happened to our love?
Dry as the sonoran, cracked and parched.
Never sets the blazing sun,
roaring and treacherous.
The giver of life
the betrayer.
Where we once warmed our faces
our...

So, are the knives and rifles for the act of rebellion or obedience to the call?

I like that it leaves this question open to the reader's interpretation or wonder.

This is an edit of an older poem I worked on after a friend's death. The feeling of loss changed over time and I wanted to reflect that in this piece.

I walked in shadows hiding from the moon...

A fluffing of pillows
and ruffling of feathers
we stare as one drifts down
and wonder upon the birth of this spring

Think before you "honk", and before you listen as well :)

reminds me of animal farm

I walked in shadows hiding from the moon
sat by the lake and shared my tears.
Together our waters glistened, bathed in dim light,
until the rising sun dried them.
A fog rose
and our grief...

Really love this poem!

"my trunk half-sinking into the
moist soil of your indifference"

love this line, it hints that the willow is still caring, at least halfheartedly. I think the...

We share in our loss of our dear friends, I hope we both find consolation. It's hard to undergo loss in the spring, it seems unnatural to the the season. I guess especially since this time last year...

lol, casualties of some misread cues, YesNo? That was my favorite line in this

"How I've punched and remolded my clay!" I think this line really sums up the theme of this poem for me, in that the character is almost beating himself up. There's no gentleness for him/herself. But...

There is some beautifully imagery in your "Trembling once and again". I had to re-read it a couple of times to really gain the meaning. I think the order of some verses and the grammar made it...

All that makes you who you are.
Scrolling through the thoughts, beliefs, fears…
of you
over the years.
Still here.

I read every comment as if posted today, by you.
Your
long
slender

beautiful. As I have recently been dealing with loss, this touches me dearly. I love how the narrator revisits his, first perhaps, experience of loss with Sparkey and in the end is reunited with him...

The High Chair Rebellion

“Ahhhhhhh!” wails the charge.
A catapulted meatball pelts the wall.
“Long live the clean!” I shout
retaliating with a quick sweep of the area.
Peas are spat in...

I love how you can relate the emotion in an experience so precisely. Though Im a little prudish towards some of your work, I really appreciate these gems

The curtains are drawn.
Winter’s gloved fingers
extend slanted rays of muted greys
pressing the light,
dimming the dark.

Your shadow shifts between the slats
Creating movement in the...

This forum is not the same without you. Im glad by happenstance I came on. Hope you continue to post, so I can continue to read

Most of my love has remained unspoken.

Written by my fingertips
the expressions of my heart
ink promises traced down your cheek,
along the ridge of your chin, enveloped in the curve of your...

Such a sad story. The first and last stanzas leave the possibilities that the girl's past was sweeter and more beautiful than her current state of affairs or contrarily that her viewpoint was forever...

The birds have flown by again
sensing one direction
with one set of eyes;
allowing a whole flock
to share a single vision
upon a wide wind.

I wonder if their hearts pulse
with the same...

Awoken, I lay with my arms thrown
and legs twisted,
as if at night I had met with a violent way.
The birds shrieked to each other in alarm
Sirening to the need of an immediate relief.
My head...

I have turned my attention from the perpetual puzzles of philosophy
To the comfortable ease of computerized technologies.
Seated not upon the stalemate theories of social psychologies
But...

wow, how fun an adventure! To thinks Santa had such critters to challenge him.