The nights are long and you search the streets
Never the equal of you to meet
A little is here and a little is there
Not quite enough to completely compare
The ego of one with the Id of another
A desire to suck, to trap and to smother
For dreams that escape with the victim suspect
In a space of lost time where senses detect
A smile that's inviting, a sameness of heart
A face with my spirit , same shadow and sparks
Eyes that hold images locking with same
Passing in darkness he whispers my name
Scars with soft tissues bedded in souls
A heart reaching out to break your mold
Faces are masked and asking to dance
With a night showing promise
Passions with chance
As long as I'm walking
Each step on a stone
Streets full of people
In pairs or alone
Showing their love or blending in grays
When the sun hits the shadows
I've seen better days
Challenge is an issue for each fated step
Becomes progress in finding the Id with my depth
For lust is one thing that passion can't hide
And if wishes were horses more fools would ride.
i stopped by to read yours yesterday and loved the voice of each line and the pace - a write that holds my focus and wants to be read again. I had trouble with one line only - Becomes progress in finding the Id with my depth - but reading again i think this was more to do with my username of LD, ld, littleditty on other sites!!!!, rather than the scan of your very interesting ending. If horses were wishes...i am still thinking about this since ysterday! - a poem to come back to - a very good one. Thank you! Nicky x
when it comes down to it, we're all fools saddling up and riding into the passion of our dreams and the whims of our desires ...
every line in this poem i find irresistibly stimulating ...
"Challenge is an issue for each fated step
Becomes progress in finding the Id with my depth
For lust is one thing that passion can't hide
And if wishes were horses more fools would ride"
A truly outstanding write Susan...and If Wishes Were Horses...Then I would not only ride, but could provide the starting gate at the derby...wonderful read.
Deep, passionate, enlightening, and I could go on and on. This came from deep within and that's one of the hallmarks of a great poet. I stand and applaud you my friend.
Love,
Marcia
Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on November 11, 2006
Beautiful poem with so much offered in the lines. Thank you
Timeless wisdom and advice on the art of living for today’s young and old: The art of thinking, the art of loving, the art of working, the art of leadership, the art of growing old.
A new translation by Sergio E. Serrano of this inspirationa
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xo Taylor
Well done!
Love,
CJ
Paul;-)
Love tinka
every line in this poem i find irresistibly stimulating ...
"Challenge is an issue for each fated step
Becomes progress in finding the Id with my depth
For lust is one thing that passion can't hide
And if wishes were horses more fools would ride"
wow!
And if wishes were horses more fools would ride."
That sure sums it up nicely, Susan. This is most thought-cajoling. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and peace to you,
Regis
Love,
Eileen
A truly outstanding write Susan...and If Wishes Were Horses...Then I would not only ride, but could provide the starting gate at the derby...wonderful read.
Allen
You sure have a way with words
a way to attrack a reader
and drown them in your thoughts
so well presented
Love & Peace
William
Thank you,
Jill
I enjoy your work Susan...just wish I had more time to read *groans*
Chanti
martin
Love,
Marcia
Love & Peace,
Dove