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Sleeves of the Soul

our hearts were once joined,

now apart the degrees

of separation are burning,

my wounds are weeping 

there is no other day

 

judgment came yesterday

Autumn leaves began their journey

as my night was laid to rest

the walls started falling down

scattering the Rose of Sharon 

 

a bed of flowers to die in

a place to lay my weary head

I can no longer go walkabout

black smoke is streaming

a signal, all is not well

 

there is only one reality, now

tomorrow has yet to come

yesterday is already history

I must savor these last

moments, sucking in each drop

 

in desperation I prayed for hope

for the will to fight again

but also for the strength to let go

my fingers slowly lost their grip

creeping my purchase crumbled

 

sinking ever deeper

becoming an automaton

I am going through the motions

watching the lights extinguish

along with my last grain of sanity

 

the cloudy waters of my heart

dream poems, writing of the light

I can surf the stars once again

the lip curls, it is folding my heart

and creasing my mind

 

sanity has fled on golden wings

as sleeves of soul sway in the breeze

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watching the lights extinguish

along with my last grain of sanity....

yesterday we had dinner
with a lonelier one
and
was pleased having lost all
she did not fall!

loved

I dont know where this one came from it just wrote itself, very glad you liked it thanks for the comment much appreciated

love JC xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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This is a "wow" write, a step into a world that is at my feet so I always step over it..
Some have to let it touch them and it does, I just cannot say how to jump over it, it lays there trying to grasp and pull people down.
I think that I will have to write about the light that is here and how to make a journey safe for others.
I think that the main thing is to believe in ones self, but mostly to believe what we are capable of, as weak or strong as we are..
Take care young Lady,
Yours as always, Ian.T

.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

sometimes believing isnt enough, sometimes the shadows take over and then its medication time lol when I write darker stuff I seem to get into a rut and find it hard to get out again

thanks for the read and the comment its always much appreciated

love always JC xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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And hope that any hurt has healed and passed over

a lot of my poetry comes from life experience, this is just one of many thanks for the read and the comment ...

hugs JC x

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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a great writing experience.

very glad you liked it :)

sincerely JC x

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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