a lost heart
with no soul
lost in the hole
of his lost whole
a lost heart
just a part
of....
i do not know
but it will grow
then i'll know
i'll show
my heart again
and i'll begin
...
to find my soul
my whole
someday
anyway
it'll pass away
into today
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Reviewed by M. B. (Reader)
Reviewed on July 19, 2005
a lost heart
with no soul
lost in the hole
of his lost whole
I like this stanza, Steve.
"Lost in the hole of his whole"
I can connect with this. Sometimes my whole swallows me up and I can't find myself. Then I write and begin to find myself in my words. Is it this way for you, too?
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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with no soul
lost in the hole
of his lost whole
I like this stanza, Steve.
"Lost in the hole of his whole"
I can connect with this. Sometimes my whole swallows me up and I can't find myself. Then I write and begin to find myself in my words. Is it this way for you, too?
~Mari
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)