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Howdy Yrolg, been a while hasn't it?
What is tranquility? A sensation? A state of being? What you get injected with before a surgery? What you experience while undergoing surgery? No one can say for sure, but we may all sing about it in our own way.
up and down
a calm state of motion
cycles that endlessly revolve around each other
cherry blossoms falling gently on a misty breeze
mountains glorified by sunrise...
the stillness of a hawk soaring freely over his ocean of sky
drops of water spinning towards chaos
round edges...swirly blurs of color...a friend's face
first bite of cheesey pizza...followed by bean-bag chair
angles everywhere, lines disappearing into themselves
darkness that folds itself into everything...fingers of light
caressing a deep fondness around worn *tones of dew
how can we share this feeling of peace with the world?
take their hand, and put one foot in front of the other...
soon you'll find things are never what you looked for.
What is tranquility? A sensation? A state of being? What you get injected with before a surgery? What you experience while undergoing surgery? No one can say for sure, but we may all sing about it in our own way.
up and down
a calm state of motion
cycles that endlessly revolve around each other
cherry blossoms falling gently on a misty breeze
mountains glorified by sunrise...
the stillness of a hawk soaring freely over his ocean of sky
drops of water spinning towards chaos
round edges...swirly blurs of color...a friend's face
first bite of cheesey pizza...followed by bean-bag chair
angles everywhere, lines disappearing into themselves
darkness that folds itself into everything...fingers of light
caressing a deep fondness around worn *tones of dew
how can we share this feeling of peace with the world?
take their hand, and put one foot in front of the other...
soon you'll find things are never what you looked for.
26-Jul-2010 19:57:49
Hey Yrolg! I'm a big fan of your writing, and I'd like to share a poem I wrote.
There is a certain avenue,
On which writer’s fear to walk.
Many have walked upon however,
The dreaded Writer’s Block.
The houses are all dull,
They have lost their vibrant sheen.
I admit I have walked on this block,
And the dull houses I have seen.
At the stores they are out of paper,
And even pencils too.
The owners just howl and cackle,
At the despair of me and you.
We walk along the cracked sidewalks,
Searching for our creativity.
And the fresh ideas we have yet to find,
Sneak in the shadows with much glee.
Even at the end of the road,
A signpost mocks your stay.
But you keep trudging on,
Because you know you’ll get away.
The creativity always returns,
Saying “I apologize.”
And you learn to accept it,
Because there is hope in its blank eyes.
There is a certain avenue,
On which writer’s fear to walk.
Many have walked upon however,
The dreaded Writer’s Block.
The houses are all dull,
They have lost their vibrant sheen.
I admit I have walked on this block,
And the dull houses I have seen.
At the stores they are out of paper,
And even pencils too.
The owners just howl and cackle,
At the despair of me and you.
We walk along the cracked sidewalks,
Searching for our creativity.
And the fresh ideas we have yet to find,
Sneak in the shadows with much glee.
Even at the end of the road,
A signpost mocks your stay.
But you keep trudging on,
Because you know you’ll get away.
The creativity always returns,
Saying “I apologize.”
And you learn to accept it,
Because there is hope in its blank eyes.
26-Jul-2010 20:52:44
Saossin,
That might be my favorate poem on this forum
from now on, whenever i get writers block i'll come read this.Nothing bad to say.
That might be my favorate poem on this forum
from now on, whenever i get writers block i'll come read this.Nothing bad to say.
04-Aug-2010 15:41:46 - Last edited on 04-Aug-2010 15:42:15 by [#42TUANKWS]
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07-Aug-2010 00:23:27 - Last edited on 14-Aug-2010 20:54:07 by [#42TUANKWS]
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