Don’t talk to me. Don’t talk to me at all.
And don’t play, don’t laugh, don’t cry.
Just be. Just. Be.
Watch the fire as it tears down your walls,
And don’t protest. Don’t fight.
After a pause, start again.
After a pause, remember
That it was perfect
And in itself perfectly flawed.
Wait for me on the other side,
On this bench, beneath this tree,
Meet me here, when we’re gone,
When we’ve reached the top of that mountain
That took a lifetime to climb.
And when in your haste
You lose your feet and topple,
Return always to this bench, beneath this tree,
Where we used to sit and watch
The Swans on the Lake.
Submitted: December 21, 2011
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thankyou!
Wed, December 21st, 2011 11:01am
I like the imagery, and the last two lines resolve it nicely, while allowing the poem to remain somewhat enigmatic.
Wed, January 11th, 2012 1:32am
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thankyou.
Tue, January 10th, 2012 11:19pm
Beautiful poem.
Thu, January 12th, 2012 12:43am
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tthankyou
Wed, January 11th, 2012 4:49pm
Simply over amazing :)
Sat, January 14th, 2012 9:31am
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thankyou!
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Beautiful :)
Wed, December 21st, 2011 6:47amAuthor
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thankyou =]
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