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Apr 19, 2010
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Making My Way Home
Shaded by constructed humanity
I think, I feel
That I delight in what I see…
I have never met
This man
But I know him all ready.
Standing beneath the
Autumn tree
Reciting his poetry
Personally.
Meaning carried silently
Through the day-time helium mist
Stinging my soul so sweetly
Covering me
More completely
Than my cloth
Revealing me
Nakedly
I dance along my path
Extend my hand to the grass,
Flowers and shrubbery
Offer them my silent words.
For I know they will listen -
These unhindering boundaries -
As they have for centuries.
And for a moment
I remember
What I forgot
On my birthday…
It is fleeting.
I bow and pay my respects
Forgetting what I had remembered
Momentarily
I busy myself toward the apprentice musician
Making my way home.
I think, I feel
That I delight in what I see…
I have never met
This man
But I know him all ready.
Standing beneath the
Autumn tree
Reciting his poetry
Personally.
Meaning carried silently
Through the day-time helium mist
Stinging my soul so sweetly
Covering me
More completely
Than my cloth
Revealing me
Nakedly
I dance along my path
Extend my hand to the grass,
Flowers and shrubbery
Offer them my silent words.
For I know they will listen -
These unhindering boundaries -
As they have for centuries.
And for a moment
I remember
What I forgot
On my birthday…
It is fleeting.
I bow and pay my respects
Forgetting what I had remembered
Momentarily
I busy myself toward the apprentice musician
Making my way home.
— Damo, Apr 19, 2010
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poewriter58
16 years 1 month ago
Damo
Damo
16 years 1 month ago
Thanks for the feedback
poewriter58
16 years 1 month ago
Damo
Damo
16 years 1 month ago
Thanks
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