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A mornings word 092407

Contributed by wordsy on Monday, 24th September 2007 @ 09:53:05 PM in AEST
Topic: MiscPoems



There are thoughts that seem to leave me
In a distant sort of mind
Ideas that seldom seem to fit
With others of their kind

Like dreams we never finish
Or the stories we never tell
Like all the ones that’s left me wondering
At the end do never fail

And the words that find me wandering
Through the idleness there is in rhyme
Or seeking perhaps, a prose’s ponderence
in search of perfect time

Or weavings woven wondrously
In seamless thread is sown
That’s kept within a sulking heart
Whose beauty’s never known

And the wordings of a wounded one
Of their discord and discontent
That’s wound around about their anger
Where their brooding souls are bent

And the pleas that seem to plague us
From those now trodden down
Whose journey sought to find the truth
In lies their findings bound

To leave us all in desperate need
Our weavings, worded want
To heal our wounds from which we bleed
And free these thoughts that haunt.





Copyright © wordsy ... [ 2007-09-24 21:53:05]
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Re: A mornings word 092407 (User Rating: 1 )
by deadheadpoet on Tuesday, 25th September 2007 @ 02:54:15 AM AEST
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Great write and thoughts to ponder this morning. As always you weave a well woven write.
Thanks for sharing.
Peace and hugs,
Laura


Re: A mornings word 092407 (User Rating: 1 )
by endlesspath on Wednesday, 26th September 2007 @ 11:50:05 AM AEST
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oh such wonderful thought thinking words
i will give them a chance for a while
liked them alot


endless


Re: A mornings word 092407 (User Rating: 1 )
by Dom on Saturday, 20th October 2007 @ 05:14:05 AM AEST
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Lots to contemplate here!
As with some of your previous 'words I'm left feeling slightly unsettled, slightly shaken as I ponder their depths and your words gnaw into me.
Stanza two really hit home, thinking about all the loose ends and half-dreamt dreams and ideas that never come to fruition. It saddens me to think about that.
I can't easily put into words how this write makes me feel. But it is good, as always.

Dom




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