Works in progress. A journey through the early stages of my 19th book of poetry...

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Safe Tree.

Had a visit with an old friend
Alone in a room free from computers
All the words that I can't form into sentences
Seem to go a lot farther ignoring the fact that you care
And I seem so heartless...
But that's not the point at all.

I never stopped loving.

All these words, I feel deceived from
Lonely worlds and mixed up plans...
Let me fill you in;
Colours and shapes
Where I scared myself

Off balance to the hatred,
Seem to stomach better
The lamp light shinning;


Not to many things in this life
Have had such an impact...
You were my safe tree,
But there was no airbag...


When those dark clouds came over me.

No, there was nothing.

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