A hollow breath, abated mist that leaves in slow pace
A frantic embrace, that I cling so hard
In memories justice, I cannot select
But leave this place, and arrive somewhere else
Newly founded wings adjust, so up I go
Up, I must
A scent so cloudy fills my air
That when I look, and gracing dare
No land beneath, no land to stare
Stroke aloft with surging speed
Past many doors, closed with need
I cannot stop, I cannot greed
But in a seed
New life wakes
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I gave three reads, I couldn't find the right idea yet... The poem is very simple with its diction, still I find it mystic... Every line philosophizes different meanings/truths... 'Past many doors, closed with need' - my favorite. Deep with its meaning and thoughtful phrases, this poem is well knitted...
it's very introspective..
Thanks for sharing
Keep writing
Love
-Kiddy
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heya kiddy, thanks so much for your comment! i dont want my poems to be so mystical that people can't decipher them
i think its the fun thing of poems though.. they can mean so many things.. the idea is based on the thought of a dying breath.. the soul leaving the body and encountering a life flashback.. not being able to choose the memories.. anyways.. thankyou!
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Kiddy
October 28, 2008