Sunday, May 04, 2008

Amid Midair


In spite, I move

Defying wearying disappointments, and dizzying distractions

Pain implores me stop, these aching heartbeats, but my feet feels no earth beneath

How can I stop in midair?

I move with unsatisfied love, unwelcomed, and lost

It is as smoke, teasing, it meanly swirls around my reaching grasp

Then whispers my name; my fate in foreign tongues, an empty fortune

This bate quietly calls my destiny

But how can I breathe in midair?

And where shall I land?

8 comments:

Melanie Faith said...

A beautiful new piece of your artistry! Very existential and cerebral; as always when reading you, I appreciate the opportunity to use my brain. ^_^

HEALTH NUT WANNABEE MOM said...

Beautiful! I wish I could write let alone think like that.

Create said...

this is a well preserve piece of poetry..what flows in da trees..the fields closing what remains objects contained in your circle..2 idenify....beautiful ..peace my brotha..Create

HEALTH NUT WANNABEE MOM said...

Thanks Eugene! I have added you to my blogroll too!

Stephen A. Bess said...

This is very nice. Love the imagery.

Anonymous said...

Stunning!

Ellen said...

Wow, this is a beautiful peek in to your thoughts. I loved it.

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