Debra Squyres Poet Rhyme

Listening

The words are scrambled
Inside the walls crumbling
The words are muffled
Within the mind sleeping
The words are quiet
Inside the thoughts weeping
The words are loud
Within realities keeping
The words are silent
Inside the body steeping

Spilled on a canvas of white
Not always sounding right
The words appear
But do they hear
The words within
As they spin and spin
Clinging to the visions
Of thoughts divisions

Debra Squyres
12/27/12

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Thvia Shetley January 10, 2013 at 11:19 AM I have felt like this the past two years. I couldn't write a thing... I was stagnant, couldn't put a verse together. The words were all around, of course... but I couldn't get them to make sense. So glad I found my voice again. What a fantastic piece you have written here, no matter if you meant it the way I interpreted it or not. Debra Squyres January 10, 2013 at 12:31 PM You have seen a part of what I felt when I wrote this. Thank you for dropping by !!

Joann Grisetti January 9, 2013 at 11:52 AM you have captured a lot of emotion in this poem. a lot to think about.

Harry Horsman January 1, 2013 at 4:12 PM extremly well written poem, Debra, i feel torment here, yet a wonderful flow of poetry...

Poet Destroyer A December 28, 2012 at 4:40 PM very epic thanks for sharing xoxo pd

Robert Johnson December 27, 2012 at 4:18 PM Thoughts divisions leave our minds to wonder what is there to find. A moment that gets left behind in all these human ties that bind. Just what we'd know if we could see inside these walls. Would we be free? Here's hoping you hear the peace inside your soul Debra. :)