| I am seeking answers Mind in solitary Hilltop prison felt Gentle breezes upon my face I open up my vile of emotions Gently I remove the rod of my dreams Each blow allowing bubbles to drift away Iridescent orbs full of dreams Burst violently in mid-thought of fancy Bubbles like baubles Opalescence crashing and shattering Turning to mist Evaporating in their descent So seasonally they live Still seeking for baited whys Softly, I blow away doubts Only a silenced tongue haunts Significance lingers..waiting Gusts of realization swirls Whirlpools of decadence Why do they not burst and fall? My soul seeks,yet cannot ascertain Contradictions form From the transparent pearls Closing my vile,emptiness gathers like moss Upon the footprints where I search knowledge... Debbie Dodson April 22, 2000 |
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| COPYRIGHT 2003 by BRUCE DeBOER |
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