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Facetted diamonds carved out by pain

These clouds float toward me, and sweet swimmers strokeAll among flotsam, these things living brokeAll of them diamonds, shining for meBrighten my life, sometimes setting me freeThe uneven facets mostly carved out by painAching and hungry, such loss, future’s gain Heady, but love-lorn, overwhelmed stillIronically burdened by the choice of your willTo disappear brutally, that’s how it feelsI know, that’s not clear as your consciousness dealsAh well, another day’s gonna come aroundFor you, distractions are easily foundMy day? Perfect weather, and company, fineThough unfilled, painful spaces these ghosts undermine Oh weave me into spacious leaf filled gum treesThe kind I watched while laying in your lustI know that all these dreams have been desertedAnd we’ve both agreed there’s too much broken trustBut here within the slow revolving evening,the moon is round and large across my heartCrickets call,my silk skin fallsand you have been inside me casting shadows from the startNo, no actually it isn’t true,you warmly glowed initiallyThose days of you romancing meI wish I could have those again… I doYou lost me… Is it loss for you?I lost you… though never mine, it’s trueIt feels like loss to me…I wonder how it is for you, perhaps I never knew
— Cloudthings, Mar 09, 2009

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Region, Country: Australia, regional Victoria, AUS

Favorite Poets: So many... Rumi, Spike Milligan, Keats. Many of the Neopoet clan, past & present. A myriad of song writers, Dylan, Jackson Browne, Lior, & I must add the poetic influence of painters, sculptors & creators across the world... Life really, especially the sky.

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Geezer

Geezer

17 years 3 months ago

diamonds

beauty is in the eye of the beholder, as are the diamonds of our lives. i love coming on this site and finding such wealth from my friends. sometimes our treasures are lost in the sweeping tides of our lives and all we have left, are the gems of memory. all our love to the sky of cloudthings. gee.
Cloudthings

Cloudthings

17 years 3 months ago

Cloud bumping

Hey Gee, thanks, that's really beautiful to come back to. Glad you like this, it began as an acknowledgement really, then my silly sadness pulled the dam thing into another place. I'm not so sad really though. There's so much greatness in my life, I live in such a beautiful place & have beautiful people all around me & I get to do great things every day & have a fantastic son (His birthday today!) Sometimes the sadness pulls at you though, be nice if we could send it on it's way with a big shove really. Ah, but I embrace the love you send to my sky, that's beautiful, where we all float around Gee, all these gorgeous writers here... Look forward to bumping into your cloud soon. Anni "Out beyond the ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about ideas, language, and even the phrase, "each other" doesn't make any sense."