18 nov 2011 > 6/15 > Lovers/Devil
What are you ‘bound’ to that is not serving your life?
What new choices might you make that will shift what you have let yourself be ‘trapped’ in?
What does unconditional love mean to you?
The sun rises at the south east edge of my house and eases his way across this autumn sky. Old trees now naked let the light pour through the windows. It’s lovely.
More found language for todays poem. How did yesterdays work for you? I invite writer’s to explore the found language they hear during their days and see how it prompts your work. Or.. heck steal a line from me and have a go at it.
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“I came up from all that grey to see you.”
Swallowed by an inner life of grey
Days fold into each other in gloom
No room for the sun’s glory
It rains all the time
Life is a shuffle in the run of it
No fun in the slog of a heavy heart
That starts its pump on the breath of grey
The lonely feeds on itself
After awhile it becomes the grey truth
The fruit of dreams rot and waste away
All day the clouds desire to part
Hungry for a slice of light
There is no expect that other holds a key
the ‘we’ was lost long ago in the storm
no form of longing has searched for glimmer
Plays fear out as victim
No prayer cracked the heavens wide
This side of grey saw no warm refrain
What remains is a submarine of grey
It keeps me from drowning
There was no why or what if
No shift in the gloom of me
Out to sea on a sail-less raft
I came up from all that grey to see you.