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Checking out

by Curtis Sethaler

I'm checking out these lines with a syncopated rhythm
As the words bounce through my head
They lack a substance they lack venom
They fail to bite or grab attention like they should in our last days
But they rest neatly, rather sadly, as just words, on just a page
When and where oh did it happen
The fire burnt its self to sleep
Oh where, oh where to fetch it
You your passion or belief
That inspired such a longing to make the worlds' heart beat with yours
That inspired me to write this to set you back on course....


Posted on 05/09/2014
Copyright © 2024 Curtis Sethaler

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 05/09/14 at 02:13 PM

no one knows, like you say, when the fire burned itself to sleep, when words lose their spark and significance and are become undecipherable scribbling on a page, but where there is love, when the tides of love have turned, listless, lifeless words, rise out of their ash, and turn to fire and meaning, one more.

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