With eyes dry and no tear to flow The fiber of this old heart tear Trying to hold infinity in the palm of my hand Oh I am nothing now… As I entered into judgment with you I loved and gave all my soul I gave you all… my delight… my heart I cry in bitterness of soul now Fearing the joy to love… or losing again With eyes dry and no tear to flow Numb… thorns now my only delight I saw love I never had seen… knowing you Oh! I am nothing now… but a friend Embracing the thought of knowing you Still trying to hold infinity in the palm of my hand Seeking to keep my soul A victim of love and understanding Numb I stand… As the fiber of my heart tear With eyes… Not dry anymore Golden tears flow freely now Washing away the pain of all knowing All loving… numb
Neat how you designed this with words and flow and visual Sis. Tinka. (And thanks for the earlier disclaimer or I would have sent you an encouragement note to ease your pains).
blessin's--and stay encouraged anyway!
cynth'ya
I have taken pride in writing this novel as so many people have the wrong impression on bikers because they dress in leather clothing which is to protect themselves in case of an accident. The majority of bikers are known Policemen, Firemen, Doctors,
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You do these emotive writes so very well; excellent job!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :(
Peace. Joyce
So glad to hear that, and this is quite a poem, Tinka.
This is the ultimate depth of love. Well written.
love and peace...Carole
blessin's--and stay encouraged anyway!
cynth'ya
Felix
as you are Tinka.
love and stuff..
Ron
Your pain matches your words...I'm sorry. I agree with George, you do these emotional writes so well. BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Superb poem!
Love and peace,
Eileen
the phrasing, the tempo... a sadness.
well done.
cowboy