fly and dream
and live in wonder
cry and scream
and often squander
i really really ponder
the what the where
the crossing to what
love
self-love
being loved
loving
the borderline to where
is there a place for a love song
as time goes by
someone to sing to
or be sung to
someone to say goodnight
or to say goodnight to
who would know
who would care to know
the lonely
the loveless
the songless
the listless
it's where belonging
becomes offensive
and offending belongs
it can't come
from mere words
can it? may it?
be prudent
be patient
so they say
you only live once
or so, so others say
as the air becomes heavy
laden with an approaching inevitable
there is the sadness that permeates
and the haunting that creeps
into the play
of light and shadow
in the dusk
it's not comforting
it's more a reminder
or not
of the impenetrable demarcation
what it is where it is
3 thoughts:
This certainly is a piece that is laden with poignancy and impartialness for the human spirit.
It is a bit of an emotional roller coaster ride with its ups and downs. You not only do that with what you say, but with the formatting as well. You leave the reader feeling hope and then you rip it from them when they continue to the next line. This is extremely effective because as 'they say', that's life....
Once again, you have blown me away with your sublime poetry. I just can never get enough. Can I take a Canadian Literature class next? I'm sure you'd be listed as one of the poets we'd have to read and I'd surely get an "A".
I really loved this.
* I should have said form, not formatting.
your comments are rather sublime too. thank you miss...um...oh, my only reader :)
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