yet, again, from/for the truths of others 'felt', within... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
For some Reason You are with me Oh, not, not here... Still, And I may be wrong as I often am I fear You are, are Hurting Are you? Thinking, Remembering... More? As am I... Remembering More And wanting Wanting Within-- as how so Without-- You feel And still blaming no one But Yourself.
Yes, that is the song one sings... Have sung for so long, too long, Forever...it seems. God when does it stop!
Blaming no one But Oneself. And accepting? Only This time, less easily... This time, having to Try harder To pretend-- To pretend to be As strong To pretend To forget
Forget just enough So that That flame within Is not as red-hot Searing The soul Scorching The heart...
Scarred, from the start
Wanting what was Wanted?/ Needing... Something else? You know! Oh yes. And I know All too well.
I see us Wandering the Burning chambers, Raging with the winds, Fleeing... Seeking freedom Along the shores Of nowhere And every where...
Yes, there are Many gulls soaring round The moon tonight, Terns, eagles and Ghostly winged Creatures crying out And longing to be Set free... Or, More truthfully -- Longing To be Found.
Whoa. M!!! This is one smooth intense cry of truth, a melodic chant of emotion...this one needs to be heard outloud!
Reviewed by Mari Laureano (Reader)
Reviewed on February 4, 2003
You never cease to amaze me. Your unique style grips your reader from the beginning, almost never letting go. Write On! **Mari**
Reviewed by Oisín Breen (Reader)
Reviewed on February 3, 2003
very well written and interesting. Full of intruige. yes, that is the song one sings...
have sung for so long, too long,
forever...it seems.
god when does it stop!
Those are the best lines in the poem they control it in fact whilst the poem itself is very very good those lines themselves show that there is a passion behind your writing and if explored fully with a little nifty editing this poem could sing out with the same bliss that those lines themselves have. Namaste lovely work
Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
Reviewed on February 2, 2003
I feel a longing in this poem..great write..truly touching..you have done well with it..Floria
Micah, this is a masterpiece, honestly I've never read anything that captures the very real raw emotions of the soulmate type of lost love as this does. Wanting the same yet never allowing it to burn that hot again. Awesome work.
Micha,
I do love your Work!! Wow, do you reach in deep and don't let go!! I am with Peggy, never stop writing, you have a gift with words, and your voice would be missed!
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
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crying out and longing to be
set free...
or,
more truthfully --
longing
to be
found.
love it,
Reindeer
You have some thought paterns here....
Bravo....
ps your kindness always shines thru
have sung for so long, too long,
forever...it seems.
god when does it stop!
Those are the best lines in the poem they control it in fact whilst the poem itself is very very good those lines themselves show that there is a passion behind your writing and if explored fully with a little nifty editing this poem could sing out with the same bliss that those lines themselves have. Namaste lovely work
Chrissie
set free...
or
more truthfully -- longing
to be found. There is so many that feel the same. Great write. LM
I do love your Work!! Wow, do you reach in deep and don't let go!! I am with Peggy, never stop writing, you have a gift with words, and your voice would be missed!
Hugs,
Maria