David Smalling Poet Verse

Strength

In all the stormy moments of our love
One thing replays each memory again
The fright you gave the little wild dove
When to the river through dark terrain
You ran away from me. I see the face
Of the water like a tongue licking light
And gulping over a stone in its pace
To enfold you, suck your lungs still tight
And left me dripping in guilt if I'd fail
To rescue you from the madness of your travail.
I sit by many big and mighty rivers still
Wondering since you left, if I have that will.

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John Rhinem March 25, 2009 at 1:28 PM A very profound; somewhat left to interretations and thought? Although written very aquisitely through and through! Portraying yourself as a writer from the depths of souls which could very easily shine brightly some day!? I would say another excellent write my dear friend! Don't stop writing; for I belive that ther could be a possibe wonderful future of written expression for youself!!? Love to you and all of yours, John!!:)

Frank F. Atanacio March 20, 2009 at 10:14 AM wow-- another gem ...sad words inked here but well written