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She is gone, taste the confusion
by Keith D AllisonWithin the beauty of time
That space that is mine
no face or rhyme
no place to mime, blank within the lines
Set it free
no concrete jungle taste the tree
set the fire beneath the diamonds
laying breath beneath the alder green
Wind, rain and fire
pour from the journey
the spear call from the un-known destiny
for the blood of man shall always drip in history
Can any be free
from the pain, from the wars or the hate
the warmth of a woman
strong the winds with tears to touch the heart
Set it free
let it breathe
hold the child, so tenderly
for the journey is a breath
love is
love was
the straight line
the circle of three
Within the beauty of time
That space that is mine
no face or rhyme
no place to mime, blank within the lines
She has gone, lost in the agony
encircled in the emptiness
04/01/2008 Posted on 04/01/2008
Copyright © 2024 Keith D Allison
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 04/01/08 at 11:55 PM Hi Keith. I like that this feels so "organic". And I think we need that, people need something organic in their relationships. This is wonderful. Thanks. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/03/08 at 03:51 AM ...keith, this one was hard to swallow all in one bite, and it wrinkled mebrow and slowly i saw where i was and in was in the middle of your storyland and was[possibly] part of it...all the could Bes 'cause we[humankind-you-me] seemed to
want to Be...quite heavy and pervasive, staggering in its scope, tip o' the tam, love the way you tie it up and a big touche on: 'within the beauty of time' yahoo charlie |
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