Solomon Storm Poet Prose Poetry

Myself

in the bindings of fear,
though anger is distortion
a solution draws near
and this change is NOT contortion

i admit, and yet believe
there is much good to be drawn from bad
opportunity knocks, then it may leave
and this is the biggest chance i've had

i did not know, i failed to realize
that my self sufficiency was a lie
the love and adoration in others eyes
is what i measured myself by

but it is not what is in anothers heart
that defines us, of our own
it is ourselves, that may set us apart
OUR words, and works alone

there is both encrouching darkness, and light
in the compass of the human condition we share
we see evil and good, with the same sight
looking out, but look in, and beware

i think to scoff, and ridicule another
is to deny in you the same
everyones feelings make them sister, or brother
in the well of emotion from which we all came

i seen through your eyes, and reckoned
myself to have been okay
and then fate twisted, and beckoned
one cold, and windswept day

inward i peered
and seen what i feared

myself

think not that i don't see
the weakness, and strength, in me

myself

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Andrea Dietrich January 21, 2010 at 12:52 PM Good one, and I found your poem got more and more powerful for me toward the end when you employed the imagery of the "fate twisted,and beckoned one cold and windswept day.. . " LUv, andrea

Carol Sunshine Brown January 21, 2010 at 9:57 AM Thank you for sharing your fasinating poetry today Solomon. I wish you the best in your writing endeavors always. May we all be able to read your poetry here at PoetrySoup for years to come. Love, Carol