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Not yet….
not yet tamed
never, comes to mind
though winds carry to heights
along their stormy flights
to discover men's nature
a study in despair
not yet framed
in gilded mirrors to trust
though the sun heats
the body turns to lust
never reaching the inner cold
to melt memories cheap, untold
not yet liberated
amongst the powerful throng
though yearn to sing solo
with a voice always wrong
silence would be golden
if it were governed by a switch
not yet dedicated
to any cause or creed
and every seed I sow
will either die or grow
my care is never enough
flawed in my perfection
not yet forgotten
for what I could not be
not yet remembered
for what one cannot see
not yet…..
feedback van andere lezers- Dora
strong words in poem of either yes or no
Not yet, but yet it 's near, what ever it is...
it's near or will dis apear
killea: thank you Dora
xx
j - fairy
I let silence speak...
Wendy x
killea: many thanks Wendy
xx
j - tessy
Om nogmaals een cliché te gebruiken, een erg mooi gedicht June.
xxx
killea: love your clichés thank you tessy
xxx
j - manono
though yearn to sing solo
with a voice always wrong
silence would be golden
if it were governed by a switch
This image-thought I like sooo much!
killea: thank you sooo much Christine
xxx
j
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