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Offline Soft Words

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Tears in the Deep
« on: October 06, 2008, 11:21 PM »
Preparing  to pour down my face,
I still the tears that threaten. And yet
they conspire in the back of my throat.

             What fate is this, to me decreed,
             that unable to cry, my heart must bleed?


Summer colors run like crimson skies opened up
to unleash their fury, leaving my world
a wintry gray with stray wisps of orange.

             Questions pile up, accusations insane;
             Sometimes I wonder who is to blame.


Is there no way to reroute the path to the road
little feet once trod? There must be a way out
if there is a way in, even on a one-way street.

             Don’t tell me all hope is gone, there is color around me yet.
             They may be buried in frost, but the roots of love are deepset.


Unable to help, my eyes must watch
dreams and hopes being drowned day after day
in ennui by a siren enshrined in sparkling glass.

             Perhaps the answers to silent pleas must lie in quiet
             until they can come awake on a storm-tossed night.
Life isn't about waiting for the storms to pass, it's about learning to dance in the rain.

Offline RedemptionCentr

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Re: Tears in the Deep
« Reply #1 on: December 20, 2008, 09:27 PM »
SW, I've come back to this poem once or twice, and I appreciate the effort that went into this. I think of the poet looking out from the loft window, the stand-up comic working himself to a lather over the behavior of the world. Keep going.
Do more bewitch me than when art is too precise in every part.

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Re: Tears in the Deep
« Reply #2 on: December 21, 2008, 10:30 PM »
Thanks, RC (may I call you that?). It is always heartening to know that someone comes back to read these words I write. Glad you enjoyed the visuals, and thanks again for sharing your thoughts.

 :rose
SW.
Life isn't about waiting for the storms to pass, it's about learning to dance in the rain.