mixedsubstance

This is dedicated to a friend - we were all in a close-knit music scene.......she is loved and will be dearly missed. Very last-minute writing, since it happend so suddenly....

Bending to make a straight line
Where the sunlight breaks to catch the time

Nothing bitter, nothing sweet
In life’s hands were the soul’s frozen feet

Falling nowhere but so close to the edge
There’s so much inside but nothing said

A crushed smile renders a sway
Beckoning new chances, new thoughts, new days

These nights embrace the cold dawned upon
Dreams once held; the memories are all but gone.

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Well, isn't that just kick-you-in-the-crotch, spit-on-your-neck fantastic?!?

*Without energy, there would be nothing.*

amonkie

Even without your note prior to the poem, I feel the haggardness - thoughts and ideas bouncing all over. It would be interesting to see what would come without the structure - to see if your writing would mimic the organization of your thoughts.

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna