I am

I am the taste
all your dream world
fast beating drums
can ascertain
in woe moments
of tell tale trials
of what must be unfurled
before time itself
recedes into the night
and all memories
fade into dying days.

I am the salt
that leaves you
with a taste of longing
in times of dread
and what if
another path had persisted
with alternatives
never besought nor paid for
in the continuation.

I am the candor
in the final expression
when the night
of all nights
falls in between
what is left of expression
and there is no more
wishful thinking
amongst the dying trees
in the evermore parks.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2007-04-14 at 16:06

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Karen Canning
the image makes the word just that much more haunting, you are a very powerful writer

huggs
karenxx
2007-04-14


Zoya Zaidi
Oh, Ben, this is so lyrical, sensitive, haunting, lilting poesy!

"what must be unfurled
before time itself
recedes into the night
and all memories
fades into dying days."

These lines are so deep and poetic!

((Hugs for enthralling the heart and soul, as always)))
Love, Zoya
2007-04-14


Rob Graber
No more wishful thinking? That would necessitate our kind's having vanished, that's for sure!
2007-04-14


F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
your art with the words make the whole atmosphere of this very haunting, as though in the bogs' mists... fantastic work as always - such a pleasure to read... thanks :) :f xx
2007-04-14