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Topic: In Solitude of Us
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Ayelet Knowflake Posts: 600 From: Registered: Sep 2010
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posted December 26, 2014 01:44 PM
In Solitude of Us There is life to be lived, but one may not know what time it is, and again, perhaps it's best to forget our clockwise ways and abandon ourselves to the wind My parents, they're like grown up kids, My kids are not yet to be born, Perhaps they had been, through my deeds, Perhaps I'll never know And it may be best this way, to forget ourselves completely when the next moment arrives and we are bereft of memories Only a humming melody shall lead us and light so white shall take us away For I believe in a song and I believe in your hand The soft yet firm touch reminds me There is a home There is a place our footsteps create Call it a vision An earthy mansion A heavenly bonfire keeping us warm as the night drifts away, draws the curtain away, pulls the blanket away We are safe in each other's arms, in nakedness of spirit in solitude of us And I know all that while alone Through the words I write I make sense shiver and go. IP: Logged |
PisceanDream unregistered
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posted December 26, 2014 05:07 PM
I absolutely love this. It feels like you are walking in a park and are bombarded with both your endless thoughts and external stimuli. Love and birds chirping, nostalgia and the playful screams of children, reflection and the barking of dogs.Wonderful. IP: Logged |
Randall Webmaster Posts: 48391 From: Saturn next to Charmainec Registered: Apr 2009
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posted December 27, 2014 10:24 AM
Good stuff.IP: Logged |
Ayelet Knowflake Posts: 600 From: Registered: Sep 2010
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posted December 27, 2014 05:15 PM
Thank you PisceanDream and Randall!PisceanDream, I actually was in a different scenario when I wrote this, I was near a sleeping friend, and I was quiet and restless at the same time. But I am no stranger to strolling in parks . It is both nostalgic and wishful, if I may confess. But nostalgic in the sense of eons, not years. IP: Logged |
mirage29 Knowflake Posts: 3168 From: us Registered: May 2012
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posted December 29, 2014 04:00 PM
Love it! Eternity... There is life to be lived, but one may not know what time it is, and again, perhaps it's best to forget our clockwise ways and abandon ourselves to the wind... Only a humming melody shall lead us and light so white shall take us away.... For I believe in a song and I believe in your hand The soft yet firm touch reminds me There is a home There is a place our footsteps create Call it a vision... I was very taken by your poem. I grew inside from it. Dec 26 was an important anniversary day for me (albeit, sad). Poems. Words.. to grow on. IP: Logged | |