Distressed
feeling lighter than air
yet sinking
flowing downward
melting
because of my
intentions.
Candid thoughts expressed
never fade
without coming back
to boil your
kindness
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
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3 comments:
I really like this poem. But, I don't really get the last line. Sorry, I am not very poetic.
The last couple lines certainly twist the image I originally painted as I went the first time...
But I get the feeling.
Perhaps I shall wait for the full story... it sounds like something you could relive through another creative piece as this :D
Hmmmm. Interesting poem MS. Gives me something to think about. Kinda wish I could crack open that head of yours (not literally!) to find out your motivations behind those words.
I prefer to boil kindness in oil!
Too late to vote, but I like the new layout/look in a funky late 60's early 70's kinda way.
Be well.
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