having time alone
eyes never read,
The little cobweb so miraculously is being weaved
thoughts race through my mind,
pierced my heart when said.
Noone needs to crowd the corner it is where
I am free from lifes many avenues
go toss your laughter looking over the balcony
pass on by don't notice me.
The cat meows, the clock takes quiet away
Only once is there one beginning in each day.
The morning has details, I finish, where is that place
where I call my own,?
I see it, thrown pillows welcome the limbs to rest,
a forgotten matter,
time passed,
I am now in the space,
I am with me alone.
Poetry by Donna Lee Marie Balderama
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Written on 2006-06-08 at 15:19
Tags Solitude
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The Space
In the corner where the dust settles on bookseyes never read,
The little cobweb so miraculously is being weaved
thoughts race through my mind,
pierced my heart when said.
Noone needs to crowd the corner it is where
I am free from lifes many avenues
go toss your laughter looking over the balcony
pass on by don't notice me.
The cat meows, the clock takes quiet away
Only once is there one beginning in each day.
The morning has details, I finish, where is that place
where I call my own,?
I see it, thrown pillows welcome the limbs to rest,
a forgotten matter,
time passed,
I am now in the space,
I am with me alone.
Poetry by Donna Lee Marie Balderama
Read 646 times
Written on 2006-06-08 at 15:19
Tags Solitude
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