Standing at the cross roads
With arrows, pointing on all directions
I was born and laid an egg from the womb
Push me close away too far away, push me away
Love me hate me on passion rage union
Love me for I was rightfully right, wrong, right
Love me hate me on passion rage union
Love me for I was rightfully right, wrong, right
Choke me on allowed breath
Allow me inversion of my private space
Brave panic with confidence wobble
Embrace let go and hold loose tight
Entangled ropes straight sanity of discourse
We hold to pull opposing knots tied
Entangled ropes straight sanity of discourse
We hold to pull opposing knots tied
Oh how did we get near this far
Find me where salt water and fresh do mix
And I would have roses to give to love
Who came from the south going to the south
As we love and quarrel and burn bridges
To entangle and be torn, only to miss with heart's lonesomeness
And I would have roses to give to love
Who came from the south going to the south
As we love and quarrel and burn bridges
To entangle and be torn, only to miss with heart's lonesomeness
Love the word play...You are always an inspiration to my own work...Thank you
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Love the word play...You are always an inspiration to my own work...Thank you
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contradictory words, your poem nonetheless perfectly illustrates the concept of 'standing at the crossroads'.
ReplyDeleteNice. I love the way the words show lack of firm choice. So much like our life at times.
ReplyDelete"Oh how did we get near this far
ReplyDeleteFind me where salt water and fresh do mix"
Lost and found entangled and found again....the turnings of words, sounds, and progression in this poem leads neatly to your lonely and missed entanglement. Fine writing. I would love to hear you read this.
Lovely.
ReplyDeleteIt makes the game of love sound like an interesting game of give and take, which it actually is and one which we almost have no choice but to participate in and which confuses us all. A great play on words to where it is an art form.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing such a lovely poem with us for this weeks Theme Thursday.
God bless.