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into the sky
by Vere Mantratriadcarved a name for
someone else for
myself for you
couldn't tell what
it was for all the
same reasons I
couldn't tell myself
from a storybook
ending of a lifetime
so I faltered for
a moment or a decade
waiting for a sign
but pickets only
come in white and my
preferred shade has
always been grey
whether it's wrong
or right where you
threw your glance to
teach me to catch
but I have no time
now for games only
time to love to
share to figure out
the pieces that I
crumbled into while
I pieced together
everyone else now all
I crave is to release
doves to your madness
pull down branches as
I crawl into the sky
but I am unsure that
anyone will listen
as we all look to
the ground to find
distraction and
we all burn books
in the name of god 11/28/2007 Posted on 11/28/2007
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| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 11/29/07 at 02:19 AM Really nicely written. Reads well. However, we rarely listen to someone else. It is sad. I enjoyed. this. We tend to be too much inside ourselves. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/29/07 at 06:10 AM Breath of fresh air is right on the money. This was terrific. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/29/07 at 05:12 PM I ditto all of the above comments. I love the storybook ending, the pickets, the pulling down of branches and particularly the burning books in the name of god. Well done. |
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