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Quick, write it down. Right quick. Before you forget it. It is at a lost for words that I found a few. A small prose to remind me of you. A silence in all but in me, a wordfall. Stirring and deafening. Your Thunder sounds tall. Nothing but grey and a rainbow There was a wordflow. Sunshine through sorrow. It all flowed. Through me around me, beneath me, Over me. INSIDE ME. The rapture took me captive. Lost in a moment I can never relive. I wished you had been there. And this is my evidence. |
This poem started off and reminded me of what happens when I get an idea. I get ideas on street corners and on busses. I'm usually without any paper or pen. So I try to remember it and nine times out ten I forget the idea. I also liked the second and third stanzas. They reminded me of bad times that I have had. The ending brought the poem to a good close. Thanks, USGlen | Posted on 2006-07-25 00:00:00 | by usglen | [ Reply to This ] | |