Thursday Poetry Tilt - Free verse

in poetry •  7 years ago  (edited)

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Without calling, you come
as the world to waking.
Right in the middle of everything,
you tell me the story of myself.
Its not one I want to hear;
All about me, and I, and how this is that.
I've heard it a thousand times before.
This body tenses as you go on and on
Without any sense for grace,
And I long for what its like without you.
So I feel a few breaths
Sit back and smile
Fewer interruptions
Suddenly joy

Roses wither in the sun
Blooms restrained but straining
A little mystery all about with
Wind fluttering the curtains

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Being able to escape the self everyday is so essential for contentment. Being a one with 'fluttering of the curtains'. Sublime write, enlyten:)

Thanks Pryde! It was a really nice moment :-)

I like where this is taking me. Thanks for sharing.

Nice imagery. I'll make sure to check in and watch for your poetry.