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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

Date: 1/10/2013 11:19:00 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
Date: 1/10/2013 12:31:00 PM

You have seen a part of what I felt when I wrote this. Thank you for dropping by !!

Joann Grisetti

Date: 1/9/2013 11:52:00 AM

you have captured a lot of emotion in this poem. a lot to think about.

Harry Horsman

Date: 1/1/2013 4:12:00 PM

extremly well written poem, Debra, i feel torment here, yet a wonderful flow of poetry...

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 12/28/2012 4:40:00 PM

very epic thanks for sharing xoxo pd

Robert Johnson

Date: 12/27/2012 4:18:00 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. :)