well...result of being very tired and a little sad too...sometimes you dont know what you really want, of everything..*


Conversation with a stone

Riding early
But going nowhere
Please hide my head, I want to drown all my sorrows
I find it sad that the dreams of witch I `m dying is the best dreams I ever have
A knot of both place and time
A cloud of unknowing
My life is like a conversation with a stone





Poetry by Evelyn
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Written on 2006-08-15 at 00:33

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Lourdes
yes.. welcome to reality sparrow
2006-10-31


keith nunes
superb final line!
2006-08-15


Zachary P. B.
but the stone is old, ancient, of the earth... it has paved roads, it has been a part of walls of fortresses, it has been a weapon, a home...

maybe a stone is silent... but it is useful.

and no life is hopeless, not even that of a stone.

z
2006-08-15


Thomas Selnes The PoetBay support member heart!
"And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
'Cos I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very

Mad world, mad world"

Mad world indeed..

Cheer up missy, pick up that mute of a rock, give it a good toss and smile as you hear it plump, sploosh into whatever lake or body of water that happened to be its landingspot. :)

I'm sure there are more cooperative characters who would love to conversate with you.
2006-08-15