To: bentfeather
Pinnacle Perching
Evasion internal, sets up one for a fall
as the central pillar of our self erodes
and we begin that long, dark drop into madness.
Yet a single other us, whos call
deflects even sadness heavy loads
upon our sad mind, and we fill up with gladness.
We are not oft strong in the long haul
and we worry what everything bodes
everyday, until we lose to simple overrunning sadness.
73 posted on
10/07/2006 11:34:57 PM PDT by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: WayzataJOHNN
Oh my, this poem is provoking and moving. The depth is astounding!
Excellent insight perspective. Thank You.
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