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Geremia
Geremia
Mar 07, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

On Butterfly Wings--an edit

 

On Butterfly Wings I send my soul on butterfly wings
To horizons unseen
Across rivers, mountains and sea
To sing in openness and innocence
Melodies strident and sweet
Lyrics of my singular humanness
Surprised by existence
Stunned by my own dying
 I no longer fly on
Eagle's wings
As before
My words still strong and bold
But
My Spirit cold
In Mortality's coming
My voice too weak and worn
To be heard or understood
It may be time
That I would speak
No more.... 
— Geremia, Mar 07, 2010

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Seren

Seren

16 years 3 months ago

Awwwww Joe ….to deny a

Awwwww Joe ....to deny a single voice is to deny a world of knowledge ... YOURS ... heartbreaking poem dear friend ... Love and big hugs your Jayne-Chloe x x x
Geremia

Geremia

16 years 3 months ago

J.B. Longo-GeremiaI need to

J.B. Longo-Geremia I need to think about writing any more. I may n eed the silence for now. Love to you and your, my Jayne.
Seren

Seren

16 years 3 months ago

I have your email I will

I have your email I will stay in touch ... you dont have to answer just read me when you can ... love and hugs Jayne-Chloe x x x
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 3 months ago

My darling Joe, as a

My darling Joe, as a butterfly flits from flower to flower, we humans move from one emotion to another, one experience to another. However, we are always the depth of silence. Love, Anna "A poem is never finished, only abandoned." ~ Paul Valery
Geremia

Geremia

16 years 3 months ago

J.B.

J.B. Longo-Geremia Ecclesiastes OR, THE PREACHER 3 A Time for Everything 1 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: 2 a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; 3 a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; 4 a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; 5 a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; 6 a time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; 7 a time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 3 months ago

Remember the Byrds song?

Remember the Byrds song? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PDq6FcHX9FM love to you Joe, ~A "A poem is never finished, only abandoned." ~ Paul Valery
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pamela

16 years 3 months ago

Dear Longo, A

Dear Longo, A beautiful melancholy poem. I have often been told that silence is golden, and I have felt at time that it truly is. However, I have also been told never turn away when you can help and never be silent when you can speak! You have a beautiful voice. P.