(Original painting by Joey Horne)Today
From my heart,
I attempt to
tame a plethora of dragons.
Dragons
that will continue to live in the way they do,
way beyond the days
I stop breathing fire too.
Oh, how the seconds fly
through
endless generations
of dragon's past.....present.....and future.
My love for my neighbors and the love of
my family,
rest solely on my sword,
or dropping, thereof,
I slice the moment with a desire and my plea,
to just let things.......
Be.
Give me strength to be heard
and to be felt
and most importantly,
to be understood.
I no longer hold my breath.
~Me
10 comments:
You have the support of your blogging family!
I'm following my heart today.
Which will probably turn around and bite me one the cheek of my butt.
Even my divorce becomes about everyone but "Me".
omg.......
I just had a personal realization, again!
Damned hellofa load there
good luck with that
specially the understood part
I have found one person who kinda understands me and I'm stickin with em
Ozymandiaz:
I highly recommend that you do......not everyone thinks of charming, much less attempting to tame dem' dammed dragons.
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Very elegant ordering of chaos and pain. When I write poetry it is either a long, scream filled with profanity. Or a challenge to a dual.
I both respect and admire that, Ms. Utah!
I does get tiring sometimes having to live on a battle field ...
You have NO idea how I can relate!!!
I slice the moment with a desire and my plea,
to just let things.......
Be.
I feel these lines--with you and on my own. Your voice is incredibly strong. These dragons are relentless bastards, but you have done well to slay them and feed them to your muse.
LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEE this poem, esp. the last stanza. VERY powerful and yet calming as well. :-)))
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