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nirvana's gate

crooked trails
endless highways
trod these weary feet
most often alone --

along the way
lovers known
always thanked
in dreams

harmonicas play
blues tunes unrepentant
born in dark foggy hollows
harmonizing whippoorwill's

forgetting to remember
to forget
moments unnecessary
besetting surreptitious evils

shuddering soul shunts its
way -- scurrying aloft
no taunts left to hear

cast carelessly
from constricted voice
of dying hate --
departs at last -- and
about precious time --
taking its unwished
for ambiance to
voids unknown
where finally it
devours itself
in uttermost

in its wake dawn spreads
wondrous wings
as if for first time
unshadowed after all
glow glimmering

crooked trails --
endless highways
finally run straight --

to nirvana's


13 November 2010

Style / type: 
Free verse


Oh, but the road of truth is straight from the heart. You show hope that we can all rid ourselves of hate. Would that everyone would take it to the logical conclusion. Nice work! ~ Geezer

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As you can see from the date of this one where our poets forget to answer a comment the poem becomes history in the un-discovered place of darkness.
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I agree with Geezer that this is a good piece but we need more comments to make things great, Yours Ian.T

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