Another poem saved by a fan on their web site. I have one thing to say; "Thanks for reading me and placing me out there for others' to read. "
This site is in India. Imagine how small this world can become for artists worldwide.
My eyes a blur from senseless dreaming
My mind a constant waste
My nights are longer than forever
My needs are met in haste
These nights go on infinite
The shadows are my muse
The days are journeyed nothings
In misery I feel abused
The hopes and fears are paralleled
They run within my heart
The shine is rusted saline tears
They come and go...then start
Busted open ribboned wrapped
Token kisses...all now trapped
In memories all displaced and gone
Chills and tremors to the bone
Knees tucked high upon a chin
Long lip line where smiles have been
Sparks from azure turned to grays
Gone the nights and gray the days
Happenstance of a ghost
Forayed rape of the coast
Stagnate heart in packaged...wrapped
Meets and greets a heart...entraps
Silly stupid woman child
Get thee up and walk that mile
Leave to fester...rotting dreams
Garbaged up with trash and things
Timelines teach a lesson well
Foolish damsel in your hell
Pick your head up from your knees
Try a smile and don't you bleed
Learn from this and beckon those
Who only stand upon tip toes
To kiss the nose of one this blue
Must reach a doilied cloud or two.
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
Ron
excellent Susan...
John
the self-determination and hope wins out!Excellent!
ET
Fee
Stay southern and keep writing.
Ed
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Saving this one for my library, as I do many of yours. :)