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10/6/2019 10:14:45 AM
David Holmes Posts: 1
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This is my first poem posted on this website - any guidance is appreciated
Sunrise, Thorns Like a sunrise over a frozen lake swept by wind, you burst into my life. The illusion of warmth flowed over me and filled me until that day when you left. Now alone I wander; chilled, now worse because you had covered me with warmth. Where does one go to hide from conscience-ness to hide from dreams? Where does one go to hide from unwanted reality, to try to stitchthings back together into a quilt thatmakes some semblance of sense? Where does one go to escape the keening of women at an Irish wake where the body laid out in the parlor is only a dream to be laid to rest? Where does one go to escape the sunshine that is remembered so vividly that it pains? Where does one go to find solace in the cold emptiness of the wind-swept lake? That first day when you had left, light faded and I was impaled on the thorns of the rose that I had sought.
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