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Last stop to nowhere

Last stop to nowhere, Tranquil tears flow from my eyeswhile the rainbows are dancing in an ancient prisms afterglow. Soaring over the winds crest withcoy whisperings of sweet nothings. Devoted to relish each momentas I lay upon my bed of roses,my pain only recognized in my dreams.Carrying walls the size of mountainsUnder mined and threatening to collapse.. So deeply I inhale the scent of the sunas it rolls over my flesh.A Silent nectar offered to all equally.Such a force of nature freely given, ignorantly lost. Many choices made but lost in the kaleidoscope cascading a rhythm to follow.Drawing visions of the flora and fauna.So delicately Sprung from a well of longing, begging someone to quench my thirst.  Julie D.D. 5-22-09 
— DawningDaytripper, May 22, 2009

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Region, Country: Robe valley, WA, USA

Favorite Poets: All of them, for differant reasons. Neopoet poets have influenced me the most over the last 2 plus years. Great teachers. Edgar Allen Poe, Dickens, way to many to list...

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yenti

yenti

17 years ago

Nowhere

A complex write that leaves the reader to figure out what is going on and giving them a picture to suit them, to me a portrate of sadness flows where you have stopped and built your unstable walls, they will fall so that you have to journey on, it is up to you to pick the pathway, never let the pathway pick you, Yours Ian.T
Geezer

Geezer

17 years ago

Think you,me...

You make me think alla time Julie. I'm thinking that you are identifying with Mother Earth and wishing that someone would take notice of what you-she needs. Anyways,good write. I always enjoy your poems and many times are inspired by the things you write. Gee.
Rett

Rett

17 years ago

Ditto what Ian said Julie

It is quite an intriguing piece that leaves the reader wondering. All in all it is really well crafted my friend. Respectfully, Rett: "God made an idiot for practice, then he made a school board." Mark Twain For the sake of children, read this. http://www.neopoet.com/node/19905
Mark

Mark

17 years ago

Er..

Poor me is everwhere this sucks Mark "some things change, some things don't"