This womb-tomb whence I come and go Holds secrets no one else could know Which twisted me and made me grow Into this being you are seeing now Only these walls the dead and I know how But I have come from here so here I go
Heaven above and hell below The possibilities between Held close in this place
I hope you can see what I mean And grant me the grace Of your intelligent reading For my scratchings broken and small Something I find myself needing To help me understand it all
Held close in this place The possibilities between Heaven above and hell below
And so I remain With pleasure with pain Again and again The pleasure the pain Again and again Swirling down the drain
Your wonderful use of imagery paints such imaginative thoughts in your readers' minds. This is a striking poem, Steven, matched only by the photo at the top -- excellent!
Love,
CJ
Hi Steven! This is good! "Down" had me swirling right there with you! Great graphic too!
Hope life is treating you more "Up" though! Smiles!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
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Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
Love,
CJ
Hope life is treating you more "Up" though! Smiles!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
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