Like a stone skipping steady
Like a poem written already
Like the calm before the storm
Like the heat that cools to warmth
Like a grain of timeworn sand
Falling helpless from your hand
Into the desert...
I will not rest alone
Like a lonely midnight owl
On the wing and on the prowl
Searching ever, feelings severed
Feeling haggard and weathered
I will climb the upward winds
I will love the hated sins
I'll follow sons and daughters
Into the muddy waters
And be free...
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I seem to be hogging all the posts, but I'm on the road and have three days off in a hotel room...
that`s what we`re here for.
I like this one a lot.
Me too.
I was skeptical at first, but it works.
Wicked.
mzujaqan = that's what we're here for
yeah-- keep on postin'. i find it interesting how the blog goes in cycles, w/ diff people and groups taking turns posting at diff times.
I found this really soothing.
The beat and the rythmn of this just really works.
Thanks for posting it
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cheers
Thanks, all. It's more of a song than a poem, hence the rhythmicity (that's the only way I really know how to write). It's got all my cheesy hallmarks: repetition, antonyms, timeless cliches and vague imagery! But that's ok...someone once said that a songwriter just writes one song in their life - they just keep writing it over and over until they get it right.
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