Listen to these words I came this far to say,
I am always a bitter breeze of forgotten things,
A mystery in the wake of silence.
A talent of jaded memories to be replaced by something simple.
I am distant in the rise of dawn,
A player in a wondrous game of fields and forests
I am quick to run,
A stream of calm waters flowing throughout the ways.
A theme of trying justice without the will to impart
A quarter of rigid ground to hard to bare anything
Too wide to know why.
Too simple to care.
Thus remaining a bitter breeze of forgotten things
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Author:
Brooke Noble (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 30th, 2018 05:11
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WELCOME BROOKE ~ Thank you for your first POEM ~ very elegantly written with an enigmatic message ! I love your analogy of the BITTER BREEZE ! Forgotten things do come back to haunt us. Im 35 so I can empathise. Thanks for caring & sharing !
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thanks for your comment, i will check those out right away, again I appreciate the feedback and for the warm welcome.
I really enjoyed this piece... With words like that inside you can never be a bitter breeze of forgotten things.
thank you for taking the time to read my poem and for the comment, makes me feel good, I appreciate the feedback.
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