An Old Day of a Live Night

I've fallen into a question of cause
I've fallen in love
I hate waking the spirit in sleep
missing the event of a kiss
I hear the breath of the past
I feel it in the breeze
Knowing no stategies
it passes through the trees
The moon is my friend
The night sky was meant for me
I love to whistle to the thin clouds in the breeze
When I'm with you
I drift into another light
I can see far, faraway
into this live night


Copyright © 2009 John E. WordSlinger
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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May 3, 2009 at 8:07 AM
Congrats on the feature John... This is a lovely poem. :)
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April 29, 2009 at 12:27 PM
Interesting perspective in this poem. Congratulations on having it featured. Keep on writing! Best wishes. Karen
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April 29, 2009 at 12:24 PM
Congrats on being featured this week John, nice work...Raul
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April 28, 2009 at 10:33 AM
John, congrats on having your poem featured this week!!!!!!
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April 27, 2009 at 3:31 PM
"Knowing no strategies" says it all. I REALLY like this one. Congrats on the selection. Love, daver
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April 27, 2009 at 11:14 AM
Congrats John on your poem being featured this week. Vince
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April 27, 2009 at 4:10 AM
Congratulations on your well deserved featured poem this week. May you have many more. Love, Carol
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April 26, 2009 at 9:45 PM
John, a lovely piece of art displayed in the soupland this week. Congrats. Mine is also featured. Ernilando
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April 26, 2009 at 3:03 PM
A lovely poem, and well deserving to be featured this week. ~ Congratulations,~ Carrie
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