Ready for another poem of "that era"? I was reading through my dog-eared (ironically enough) copy of "that book" and decided to just keep going for the next few days, unless ordered to stop or sent something fresh that stirs my fancy. Maybe I'll keep this up until July 18th, which the anniversary of the first...
conflicts
dreams of goldenhearts and remnants of red,
the curtain drawn on an antique bed.
remembering what I thought, remembering what I said.
we are not what we were, but more.
the proof is in the shadows, the fire in the dark,
the joy is in the bitter tears, wept angry and stark
alone. we are blindfolded by fate, at the mark
where the cold bodies wash on shore.
William F. DeVault. al rights reserved.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
conflicts
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