Izzy Gumbo Poet I do not know?

The Hide

Recording, memories in my mind
Blinking, red dots in time to a beat
Grounding, the road under my feet

Walking, daring to see again when
Today, demands are staring again
Calling, in all directions a plan. To be.
Everything that calls within Me.

Hidden, aWay memories of mine
Sinking, deep like swimming blind
Reaching, air as I touch the Divine
Everywhere, they call to my mind.

The Hide. aWay is too. Find...

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Jared Pickett July 19, 2009 at 10:32 PM Interesting write, a visual tour full of whipping word-play...."Deep like swimming blind"....... GREAT write.......:JP)

Rebecca Pasco July 5, 2009 at 1:23 PM I like the last stanza.Very good poetry.Ur one of the best.I can actualy understand this while at the same time its deep.

Debbie Guzzi July 5, 2009 at 1:11 PM awwwwww don't hide...say BOOOOOOOOO! make the rest hide from you if there has to be a hide it should be you..you are to precious! Light & Love