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Some Times At 11:11 the meaning is clear The day is not done, I’m nowhere near Home, thought, love, or thirst for more That this world would have for me stored In recluse places far from probing minds, Introductory coupons and mail-in rebates For that special lingering essences. The field mice scurry, the poet plays with cards Inadequate for words, emotions too sore; Raw contemplation or the thirst for God, Now too scared, no!, mediocre for an answer Help I’m drowning, throw me a rock, a word, a clue. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: DeniMari Z. On Date: 2011-05-19 11:14:50
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Clear beautiful message written in very nice poetic style.
Some very unique choices of words with this to understand the depth of emotion which is
in turmoil withing thoughts - cute and clever adding coupons/mail-in-rebates-
a petty thing done in life that some toss,other use - like that a lot.
The thirst for spirituality is a search, and you've captured the raw intensity in this search,
for answers in life -
Trust - trust they will come -
Great job- on my list.
blessings,
Deni