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Barbara Writes
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Submitted by Barbara Writes on 19 March 2008 - 8:25am.| Updated 20 March 2008 - 12:49pm.
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freeform
A world of turmoil
Hopes and dreams perish
Leaving me hollow
A world of unrest
Trash is what I feel
As disappointment takes over
Cross-country sunset
Shadow hopes and dreams
New day dawns
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
(4 votes)
Unfed Love
Short and sweet right from the heart, Barb
I think you meant disappoint [ment]?
Thanks Janice
Barbara Writes that is what I meant. Really appreciate you noticing that.
Barb
You’re very welcome!
Was a read worth reading.
Was a read worth reading. Subtle. What exactly do you mean “Cross-country sunset?” I don’t quite get that line. The entire stanza (do you call these little haiku-like bits stanzas?) is one of hope, for over it all is nature, the universe or, if you prefer, God; I just don’t get the “cross-country” part. This is my failing, by the way, not one of the poem. Very nice piece.
yeah I was in a short and sweet mood for some reason
Barbara Writes cross-country sunset is just my way of dressing up sunset. the sunset follows hopes and dreams into a new day. the sun rises with hopes and dreams for another day.