Scraps Of life

March 15, 2006


Filed under: Uncategorized — by purify @ 1:59 pm


Inspiring glance 


I feel like I have to write a poem
like a tree needs xylem and phloem
Sometimes I want to
More times I have to

I can’t let the Idea flow away

On dawny mornings the sun is grey
Trying to awaken a new born day
The cold is locked outside the panes
And I cuddle ‘tween my blankety manes

Awake! I can’t let this thought go away

Of hills and dales and shady glens
My mind is like a moving lens
That sees above below beside
As heaven opens gates so wide

Another musing I can’t betray

Sometimes I feel I am not free
To or not make my writings be
Because in the end my rejected plea
Means that my prose and verse are me.

So you see?




  1. She’s very pretty! And what a lovely poem. And yes I see 🙂 My verses are always me. No matter how much I try to get away from it, it’s always about something that has happened to me. Continue…

    Comment by Arya — March 19, 2006 @ 6:57 pm

  2. Yeah. I don’t think I’ll ever write another poem like that again. Now I’m just a reflection of depression in a merciless sea.:(

    Comment by purify — March 20, 2006 @ 10:54 am

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