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Hope's Distant Song

A shroud of uneasiness circles my form.

I am alone, together.

Inside my heart rages a November storm.

 

Forbidden fruit.

Non-existant is more it's tree.

That hollow empty is swallowing me.

 

I stand at the edge of the truth,

and look across the divide.

I stay in the shadows where it's easy to hide.

 

What will the possible dawn finally bring?

I've ceased breathing life into those shadows...

..and that alone, teaches my heart to sing.

— docmaverick, Dec 05, 2007

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Region, Country: The High Desert, in the wild west, southern California, U.S. of A.., USA

Favorite Poets: Keates, Poe, Dickinson, and Dr. Seuss. There are a smattering of others, but why bother listing 'em all, ya know?, I also rely on a few of our poets, here....for advice, and what not. I couldn't possibly explain what a fountain of live, effective knowledge we have...right here in our midst ! To catch a glimmer of brilliance, merely visit: the Stream.

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Mark

Mark

18 years 6 months ago

Only one thing to say Doc . . .

This is complete ! On the poetry, yeah, hope is in the decision to end what is not good. The theme is just right for me. The opening and closing is just perfect. Doc I just don't know what more to say, again, it is complete AND thank you for the pleasure. Truly, Mark a point among the infinite points of the circle am I