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sicut est [so it is]
SICUT EST
Let my words whisper my thoughts,
and let my sighs be silent
never to betray my heart,
there are walls that are built
that cannot be broken;
feelings that are thought
not to be spoken
may this journey quickly
find its way to its end
and release me from all knowing,
I am taken by the wind
and like a feather
slave to its direction
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Comments
alidzain
Sun, 2017-01-08 18:53
Hi Joe
I doubt the title is in English. hmm.I can feel your frustration in this one. It's like you elt as if you want the suffering to end quickly. Hang on there.
Alid
Esker
Mon, 2017-01-09 12:50
coolest poetry!
"slave to its direction"
excellent!! the wait is the hardest
I hate waiting....
it was like hitchiking
a thousand cars would pass...
I cant imagine air travel..
then or now...
Thank U for your great Poetry Joe!
Mr Wolf!
Candlewitch
Fri, 2017-01-13 11:17
dear Joe
it's lovely, Joe. achingly lovely. your words penetrated my heart like an arrow swiftly strikes the target!
*hugs, Cat
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jane210660
Mon, 2017-01-16 09:52
Dear Joe
Cat beat me to it. Hauntingly, beautifuly written. Achingly lovely.
Jx
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