Laura Breidenthal Poet Free verse

Become

I close my weary eyes
I quake and tremble
The meaning of life losing its hold,
Losing its wonder
In this magnifying, mystifying Sadness

Where is the river, 
Where is the ocean
To drown these sorrows...

The dry formations in this barren land stay tall,
Pools holding life drying in the dinosaur wasteland 
I am bones...
I am bones sinking in the waterless chalk

I keep these eyes shut
To hide inside my meditations
My ears have grown accustomed to the silence,
And sensitive to the drops of tears
They dry too quickly,
For the sun is against the moisture
And all for the fossilization of my soul

Where is the river?
Where is the ocean...

I do not ask with hope-
I am too ancient to beg for miracles
To dream, yet, too long I have slept
I ask on account of who I once was,
A land so lush and plentiful
See now only the dryest thrive

I am bones on the brink of history...
The elements have claimed me
Life will return elsewhere
I am become by the rock and the sun

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Funom Makama January 28, 2016 at 11:58 AM Flowing words emanating the tender peace of a calm slow running river. Thanks for this brilliant share. "I keep these eyes shut To hide inside my meditations My ears have grown accustomed to the silence, And sensitive to the drops of tears" Epic.... So epic

Toni Orban January 23, 2016 at 9:45 PM Entropy has engulfed this mortals flesh... but the spirit is forever with the bard... You will "become ...the sun". Very nice flow. Toni O.

Stephen Kilmer December 31, 2015 at 9:59 PM Laura, the first stanza is my life and then you slay me with "Where is the river, Where is the ocean To drown these sorrows". There is no river or ocean big enough. Thank you for making my day with this unbelievable introspect on loneliness. ~Kilmer~ Laura Breidenthal January 1, 2016 at 9:22 PM I know what you mean, Mister Kilmer. I'm glad to make your day! You're a special poet in my life. Happy New Years darling! ~Laura

Duke Beaufort December 31, 2015 at 9:08 PM This appears to be the other side of Ozymandius. I can only hope that the river of life will nourish your soul in the coming year. I seem to be writing drivel lately, but a little humor might be good for a laugh. Laura Breidenthal January 1, 2016 at 9:19 PM I love your humor, Dukey Duke. ^-^ Thanks for reading and, of course, your sweetness. Happy New Year.~Laura

James Inman December 31, 2015 at 9:12 AM The hardening of emotions in the lonely desert of the soul, very well portrayed here, Laura. Great write. Laura Breidenthal January 1, 2016 at 9:18 PM Thanks James... glad you got to read this one. I felt desolate that day, surrounded by Arizona dry country : ) The rock formations there are marvelous.~Laura

Justin Bordner December 31, 2015 at 2:50 AM When I breathe in these words of desperate purpose, my heart feels the pining ache for sublime experience...it makes me see and feel as if I'm an aged, dignified and desolate eagle in a final flight to behold the purest soul Laura. Let them wonder not why I cherish you, and why I know you are a truly great Poetess...J.A.B. Laura Breidenthal December 31, 2015 at 3:00 AM My heartaches of despair are soothed by your beauty and your magic with words, Justin. No one touches me like you do, everyone should know and feel that touch...~Laura

Maurice Yvonne December 30, 2015 at 5:33 PM A gorgeous introspective with an imaginative, unique pen. All the Best in the New Year, Lots Of Love Armand. Laura Breidenthal December 30, 2015 at 9:58 PM Thanks, Armand for the encouraging words and the new years wishes. Hope your year was a good one. Always, Laura

Poet Destroyer A December 30, 2015 at 4:08 PM Laura, no one leaves me wanting more of the same poem, as you do. I love the line, I am too ancient to beg for miracles........ Can you imagine that line alone's unique... No wonder Ruben on the bottom fav'ed the poem......Happy New Year ~LINDA~ Laura Breidenthal December 30, 2015 at 9:57 PM Thank you PD!!!! (: That's my favorite line as well. . Going to visit your page; I've a lot to catch up on! Always, Laura

Kp Nunez December 30, 2015 at 4:42 AM Missed you too, my dear. Trying to catch up with my reads and so I'll just be back for more on your page. Btw, lovely avatar. hugs! Laura Breidenthal December 30, 2015 at 9:56 PM <3 Will be visiting your page as well. And thank you! (: ~Laura

Kp Nunez December 30, 2015 at 4:22 AM Deep, introspective write, Laura. Great metaphors. So many fab lines. Can't help but feel that your words suit us older people... :-). 7 and fav. hugs! Laura Breidenthal December 30, 2015 at 4:38 AM Kim!!! I've missed you... It's great to hear from you.. "us older people?" Hmm.. dunno what you mean by that, but sometimes the sorrow that hits me makes me feel ancient as dust. ~Laura

John Fleming December 29, 2015 at 4:22 PM This poem has great atmospheric qualities. It imparts a really acute primordial feel to the whole poem. Nicely done, Laura! My very best regards and warmest wishes for the New Year! :-) john Laura Breidenthal December 29, 2015 at 9:53 PM John! Great to hear from you. Glad the poem felt primordial and atmospheric. Twas my aim indeed. <3 ~Laura

Tim Smith December 29, 2015 at 4:18 PM A fabulous journey into ones self. just lovely Laura Breidenthal December 29, 2015 at 9:51 PM Hey Tim. Thank you for your visit. Hope you're having a lovely time so far as the end of the year comes around. If I remember correctly, you live in England, so stay warm!<3~Laura

Dalia Shahein December 29, 2015 at 4:07 PM Spectacular write my dear , very deep ..great one as always...Enjoyed reading it...Happy new year and hugs / / :) dalia Laura Breidenthal December 29, 2015 at 9:50 PM Hope your year of 2016 is full of blessings and fun! Glad your enjoyed. ~Laura