October 19, 2004

  • Inner Peace

     


    Illusive at best


    Fleeting if possible


    Sought for a lifetime


    Experienced briefly


    When least expected


     


    Wispy and intangible


    In complete conflict


    With my restless nature


    My constant worries


    And self-persecution


     


    Funny thing is


    My perceived scourge


    Is woven from the same


    Imaginary, ethereal


    Bolt of fabric


    As is this abstract


    Peace I seek


     


    The inner eye claims


    Neither is real


    Not harmony


    Not damnation


    Outside of the confines


    Of my own conscience


     


    So I am left to choose


    As best I can


    My own daily judgment


    Or self-granted reprieve


    To wake with a burden


    Or sleep nights with ease


     


     

Comments (8)

  • Damn, that’s hot. Makes me want more.

  • you’re SELLING ME to MEXICO?!!!!!!

    hahahahahhaha what’s going ON?! i miss you guys xD tell ME news!

  • it does seem we do only experience that peace in moments…

  • Yeah, another poem! I love your free verse. Not always happy, are they? But so real.

    Thanks so much for your prop and reading my “beginning” story. You’re absolutely right about not letting it out- “me” becomes “we” and it could affect a lot of people. In my current relationship of 4-5 years, everything has come out and it has helped a lot. We both talk like two “never shut up” Gemini’s but he’s always there to listen to my pain. It’s not a perfect relationship but I don’t think I could name anyone who has one.

    Again, thank you, Dana

  • hey there. 

    You know, scratchinpost, I’d rather wake with a burden myself.  :)

    i couldn’t open the attachment.  my email program wouldn’t allow it.  msn is such a bitch. 

    lisa

  • That is SO true! Very tight poem. Very nicely done.

  • mmm, good.  You have a different style of flowing.  I don’t normally feel like yours have uneven rhythm, its just a shorter, staccato of feeling (use of hard consonants) instead of a drawn out, river (more soft consonants).  :)  

  • “Wispy and intangible
    In conflict with my restless nature”

    These two lines describe most poet that I know
    this is why we write to release the demons
    You write so Eleqouently!

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