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The sun’s titanium
rays seep into my tired bones…
Searching and stretching…
Until, with each dart of blue…
Strength returns like steel cables…
slicing rivers through
my legs….
Flaying open my skin
and infiltrating my veins…
Sending cool aqua
lava down the deepest passages
of my soul…
And filling me
from top to bottom…
With the kind of peace…
And sadness…
that can only come
from the hand…
of another…
or simply someone
unknown…
to me…
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David L. Whitman 02/04/2013
the ever rejuvenating sun..peace is perfectly understandable..sadness unknown..and the photo is apt
And your insight is welcome as always. Thank you!
Beautiful photo but so cold like it was made from steel. Poem really get under your skin all that sadness, peace and simply unknown thing that drags you up and down the poem.
Yes. Quite the roller coaster. Thank you Mateja
Very riveting, and passionate to the core of poetry.
You are such a sensational poet.
I have returned, and I will be posting my new blog today stay tune.
Thank you so much Charlie and I will be happy to see.
My new blog: Our Virtue Smells like Jazz-Tampons
http://charliezero1.wordpress.com/2013/02/11/our-virtue-smells-like-jazz-tampons/ Enjoy.
coming to see
This poem has a taste of tranquility, peace,
Yes it does. And its much needed. Thank you