Come watch me, all eyes,
my motion fluid and precise.
Arms wide open, waiting
to be subdued by the dust and wind,
on this vast clearing,
argue I with myself
that though there’s no floating bird
but flying machines in this sky
of blue and tears,
I stand unflagging with my spirit
whose abode is on the clear water
of silver stream reflecting
the world upside down.
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Velantra

Velantra

February 4, 2016 - 08:56 It it a very good poem Lorenzo. You write from your heart. Not fiction.
Lorenzo A. Fernandez Jr.

Lorenzo A. Fernandez Jr.

February 4, 2016 - 09:37 Thanks, I'm afraid that's too much a compliment.
Velantra

Velantra

February 5, 2016 - 10:37 Honesty, my friend. That's all. Doesn't help if we just write rubbish to make some one feel good. We are here for support and honesty as well. I struggle with poems. Don't know all that funny names. Trying my best when I have time to read up on them. I just know something must rhyme, so most of the time, I just say free verse. Hehehee. But for they sound good. :-?
Velantra

Velantra

February 5, 2016 - 10:38 Sorry for me they sound good
Lorenzo A. Fernandez Jr.

Lorenzo A. Fernandez Jr.

February 5, 2016 - 12:11 Honest, I find more comfort in writing free verse, although there might be some accidental rhymes which look good also.
pies11

pies11

October 1, 2019 - 22:41 Hello i am miss Brenda i have private discusion with you via at(piesbrenda106@gmail.com)

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