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posted on Jan, 12 2015 @ 12:35 PM
Ummm...Hello again...This poem came about much like it describes...I was sitting before my writing tablet on June 20th 2000 and had a momentary block that unplugged itself as these lines seemed to be appropriate to the moment...


I sat before this page and idle thought
What to write, or, have I much to say
Unknot the woven word, attention bought
That I perhaps, may pen a line this day

Unravel skein, that I may knit you well
Or weave a pattern through another ream
To be the tolling, not, to be the bell
Not, to be a dreamer, yet to dream

And so, in lazy travesty I carve
Another act, in some self poignant play
That even filled, a heart can sudden starve
That white of best intention, can bleed gray

Still, I languish here before this page
How poised the pen, how meager, thoughts once fled
Wonder fraught, this senseless, timeless age
I laugh, to know what my vain thinking bred

Thank you

posted on Jan, 12 2015 @ 01:41 PM
a reply to: YouSir

posted on Jan, 13 2015 @ 11:44 AM
a reply to: YouSir
Hey that was good

Thanks for sharing that one.
I sure love any type of poetry.

posted on Jan, 14 2015 @ 11:22 AM
a reply to: IndependentOpinion




posted on Jan, 14 2015 @ 11:28 AM
a reply to: natalia

Ummm...Thank you Natalia...I love poetry as well...It's my favorite form of writing...

I like it because you can hide multiple meanings in such a small format...and leave it for the reader to find...
Almost a puzzle box for the thought process...


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