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World Waking Wonder
by Sam RobertsSilent, sometimes for my carved mind muddiness
Playfully sticking at my blackened out brain
Where I cannot but hang, grimly to the pain
Deluded in a sense of seductive sorts
Rivers pleasing your tongue tangled webs
And my wanting to be with you instead
I've fallen for nothing again and again
And the close, crimson walls tell me
I'm dead
Dead, dirt in dried driven deserts
My feet allow the shallow end shivers
For nowhere is better that what can deliver
In the emptiness, world waking wonder 01/31/2014 Posted on 01/31/2014
Copyright © 2024 Sam Roberts
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jim Benz on 01/31/14 at 05:11 PM I like the alliteration and the rhythm of your words. Good poem, Sam. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/31/14 at 10:29 PM I agree with Jim's comment, Sam. Refreshingly different...unique style of expression. I would even dare to suggest including the Author's Note as the last line of the poem as it nicely sums up everything (the build up) before it. How one can feel lost and dried up when not (yet) in love. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 02/01/14 at 05:05 PM Ditto Jim and Chris. Sentimental view of love or lack thereof. |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 03/03/14 at 03:19 PM *Stellar*
[put together very well!] |
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