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Into the Grey

INTO THE GREY Two raindrops melt into the sun… Like tears flowing left to run… Erosion trickles where it can’t hide… Glass after glass I’m still on your mind… Screaming under water without a sound… Sliding deeper into fear with no ground… I came through the glass with scars that made a mark… Each telling a story from where I embarked… As unforgotten nightmares still find their way… Most now do fade into a world of grey…

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Shaz Cheesman

Date: 11/2/2012 3:19:00 AM

oh wow...love the flow/rhyme.....sadness felt here....one snippit /part well told in your poem Michael.....Shaz xo

Kabuteng P.Ink K.

Date: 11/1/2012 11:06:00 AM

Ahh, that world of grey where nothing is defined, a limbo of sorts? I have been thinking along the lines of limbo recently....I loved your first two lines here, Michael-- wonderfully written poem, one that I would enjoy reading again... how are you and Rosanna? I hope and pray that all is well with you two! Stay safe, ok?!

Debbie Guzzi

Date: 10/29/2012 10:39:00 AM

Very telling emotional write, just how I like them :) too bad we have to go through all this 'stuff' to get a good write aye? Light & Love

S.Jagathsimhan Nair

Date: 10/28/2012 7:53:00 PM

Its sadness is intrusive, well written, friend!! Jag

Sara Kendrick

Date: 10/28/2012 1:55:00 PM

Very emotive and expressive work that you have penned..Enjoyed reading this afternoon..Thanks for stopping by, reading and commenting on my work.. I have finished "Down Where" if you care to read it..Sara

Constance La France

Date: 10/28/2012 11:17:00 AM

Hi Michael, your poem is very deep and profound, I particularily liked your last couplet "unforgotten nightmares still find their way...." yes they do. Love Constance

Bl Devnath

Date: 10/28/2012 10:44:00 AM

Excellent poem of silent romance. No one likes to see sweet memories grey. Loved always, bl

Justin Debrosse

Date: 10/28/2012 8:53:00 AM

Feels like the scars of yesterdays swirling into an all consuming fog. Maybe its our unconscious obliviousness sometimes- or it could be a resolution to change as the grey noise invites everything back in to share the same space

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

Date: 10/28/2012 7:28:00 AM

GO JETS FOR ROSANNA TOO AS WE ALL STAY AFE AND WARM AND FREE FROM HARM MICHAEL LUV ..

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

Date: 10/28/2012 7:27:00 AM

U TWO ALSO BE SAFE FROM SANDY'S WRATH .. SEEMS LONG ISLAND IS HEADED FOR A BIG HIT .. WE HAVE HIGH NASTY WINDS WITH DARK CLOUDS LOOMING LOW .. EERIE DAY MICHAEL LUV .. BUT .. THESE MAJESTIC LINES HAVE INDULGED MY MIND AND HEART TO SAY HOW UTTERLY MAGNIFICENT YOUR THOUGHTS RUN AND PEN RUNS DEEPER LUV .. ALWAYS INTENSE AND AMAZING TO YOUR JG IN FOOTBALL CHEERING GMEN MODE .. COMPETING WITH MY HUBBY STEELERS FAN ..OH.. LET ME KNOW HOW U FAIR IN STORM ..HERE R HUGS TO HOLD U TIGHT ..

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 10/27/2012 8:44:00 PM

Oh,,, no the game... Can't wait for you to taunt me tomorrow... :-).... about your poem... wow.... the first 2 lines, are the best I've seen all day..."saying it out loud"..the image runs with me.... i'm also glad to read all them nightmares fade away into the grey.... loving this poem by far... xox...pd

Joann Grisetti

Date: 10/27/2012 6:16:00 PM

A sad and touching poem. Glad that time has passed. I often draw on the past for inspiration.

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 10/27/2012 5:37:00 PM

Michael, I found the line very interesting where you say: 'Glass after glass I’m still on your mind…' which I take to mean she is hurting too. A pregnant poem with profound meaning, written with sensitive poignancy. I loved it!

Lucilla Carrillo

Date: 10/27/2012 4:55:00 PM

Michael; This is beautiful and sad; It has been said that time heals everything. Maybe you still need a little more. Many blessings. Lucilla

Michael J. Falotico
Date: 10/27/2012 4:58:00 PM

All is good Hun. Just writing from an old place.

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 10/27/2012 3:57:00 PM

I send you many warm hugs and you will be happy again Michael. One touching poem, beautifully written. - Wishing you a good weekend. - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)

Michael J. Falotico
Date: 10/27/2012 4:59:00 PM

I'm very happy Anne Lise. Trust me just writing from a different place in time. Hugs Michael

Omneya Kamal

Date: 10/27/2012 12:57:00 PM

This is so sensitive and touching Micheal, Really loved it your last couplet is my favorite and the image of screaming under water is really intense...Thank you for sharing this with us, Omneya

Cory Long

Date: 10/27/2012 11:23:00 AM

very sad indeed.. Memories can hold you down.. memories can set you free..Memories fade into shades of grey and that is where they should stay...

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 10/27/2012 10:36:00 AM

As Russell says below. this IS brilliant. One of my favorites of your recent poems. So true about the fading into grey!!

Russell Sivey

Date: 10/27/2012 10:30:00 AM

You are brilliant my friend! I really enjoyed reading this awesome poem this afternoon! What an outstanding piece, Great Work!!

Dinda Minardi

Date: 10/27/2012 9:12:00 AM

Wow, a very sad yet sometimes true poem. I can relate on the erosion, Michael!

Michael J. Falotico
Date: 10/27/2012 10:21:00 AM

Some angles are sad but not all. Glad you liked my dear Dinda. xox