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| By Smudgedinc | ||||||||||||||
| 16 April 2009 | ||||||||||||||
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Hello all, Finding myself with little opportunity, but more inspired to write than I have been for a very long time. The poetry pieces I'm submitting are almost organic in the way that they sprout in my mind from a kernel of an idea - and in keeping with that image, I try not to weed and prune too much. I just hope I haven't over-fertilised! Peace to all. Cheers, David. The weight of years and gravity Conspire to bring me down The savage sneer of younger years Become a worried frown I feel the pull of ennui On skin worn paper thin Now here, now there, a nick, a tear And Time's dust billows in. There's emptiness inside of me That can't be filled with matter "Ash to ash and dust to dust" Just so much useless chatter But still I keep on ticking on As once-tight spring unwinds Until at last, at final gasp Relinquish soul and mind.
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