Losing touch
4-5 April 2016
Caring much
Flames in heart a pyre
Soul outlet
Part regret
Equal portions of the two
The fear, the desire
Climb higher
Mountains may have peaks
Yet they stare
Into clouds
Solace a vision of shrouds
On heavenly frame
Call my name
In whirling waters
Abyss stares
Into skies
In between a string of lies
Man-made disasters
I fly free
The heart in throbbing
Holds the key
To kingdoms
There are castles in the air
Between mind and flair
Implosion
Internal order
Aligned streams
Path of dreams
The world less than what it seems
Dissolving matter
Rays scatter
Remnants of the fear
Scorching suns
Raise the bar
Feet walking on liquid tar
Roads of redemption
Losing touch
Recollections void
Nothingness
A slow spin
Neither lose nor ever win
Souls in between worlds
Reading of the poem:
Beauty King – The White Birch
Riot – The White Birch
New Kingdom – The White Birch
Love is so real – The White Birch
I enjoyed reading the last few posts! WOW! My dear friend, your poetry world is beautifully created and maintained with the talent of your pen! Absolutely lovely! ❤
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Thank you Dajena. As is yours 🙂
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❤
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This is such an amazing piece i love the lart that says ” Mountains may have peaks
Yet they stare
Into clouds” it is so true
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Thank you 🙂
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Definitely conveys a sense of feeling like you are caught between decisions. almost a feeling of damned if you do, damned if you don’t.
Beautifully crafted, Geetha. ❤
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Thank you Eric. Yes, very much of a crossroads situation 🙂
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SUPERB
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Thank you Naren
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Kaleidoscopic and mesmeric
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Thank you Derrick 🙂
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