Black and white
By Highhat
Sun, 10 Apr 2011
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Free choice from the shelves:
beauty or pain and torment?
Which stands out
within these four walls?
Nothing self-inflicted,
just a generated sentiment
of a prevailing ubiquity.
Will it ever change?
Sliding downhill,
the thought is alien.
All so desolate.
a speedy departure
so as not
prolong
the pain.
Would it be beauty has
to be unravelled yet again;
flower by flower,
leaf by leaf,
note by note?
A resonance, surely a feast for mortals
and Gods alike.
We are truly destined for more,
as memory wets
the appetite
and fresh Spring air
fills the lungs.
The only devil being
yourself
in this paradise on earth
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'The only devil
Permalink Submitted by MistakenMagic on
'The only devil being
yourself
in this paradise on earth'
- love the ending, Pia! And the description of beauty is brilliant :) Well done!
Magic xxx
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Dear Pia, you portray in
Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Dear Pia,
you portray in this poem, all the feelings that we
get on a regular basis, I also appreciate the ending,
because it's so true, the only fear is fear itself,
which is all in the mind. I think I'm going in the
right direction with this? Please put me right if
I'm not.
Jenny.
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Yes - I agree with Jenny.
Yes - I agree with Jenny. The writing is flowing Pia.
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It certainly is flowing,
Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
It certainly is flowing, Pia. You are still on that roll, most certainly;-)
Jennifer has hit the nail on the head with her comment, and I totally agree.
Tin;-)
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