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Discussion in 'Poetry' started by appleseed024, Aug 6, 2008.

  1. appleseed024

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    feel free to comment, in fact, please do... i would like to make it a bit longer, and polish some of it up a bit... i'll be the first to say that i don't know much about the structural and grammatical aspects of poetry, but i love to write. most things i write end up being a jumbled stream of conciousness type of thing, so I'd like some feedback as to how i may improve. thanks in advance! enjoy :)

    I long for you to come, constant as the rain
    and ease this brittle, barren landscape.
    I long for your voice, soothing to me as the distant thunder
    and the bright, white bliss
    of your unchainable smile
    dancing ever so gracefully
    among the unbounding heavens,
    in branches of light
    splashing across the curving canvas
    in perfect
    unreproducable entropy

    It seems shameful,
    my effort,
    to use the prison of language
    and the confinement bound to the shackles of concous thought
    to begin to explain why I am writing this
    about you
    to myslef
    but all I have now are silly words
    and rambling thoughts
    stiffling pain,
    and few places left to flee from feeling
    and this crumbling being I call myself,
    because still
    you are gone

    And certain,
    there shall be no reprise
    I will never again find
    myself
    in your storm's eye,
    in that uninhibited moment in which I tasted
    infinity
    by your maternal caress...
    and you told me without speaking or knowing
    that all is right and well in the universe
    and despite the sorrow and confusion
    I perhaps brought upon myself,
    the bottles I forged and stuffed
    with desperate cries for help
    and thrown into the cyclical ocean of emptiness
    and despair that I believed my soul to be,
    It was you
    who
    cast away meaninglessness as
    a decietful facade,
    But still,
    now
    you are gone

    and as I tread my shriveled
    roots
    upon this arid plain,
    I still search for you in everything
    and I pray for it to rain
     
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