Quills in the Cracks



My thoughts meander
over Silver trails
left by bleary ambition.
Without a harvest,
I squash them.
They become distorted,
almost flatlined 
into thoughtlessness
until they become the quills
in the remaining cracks of memory.
Hopeful bones of destiny
are riding upon a symphony of egos
as I look for the Sparkle in a Song
that kindles
the embrace
of new worlds.

 






Poetry by melanie sue
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Written on 2010-08-06 at 00:49

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Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Melanie Sue...

No comment of mine could do this fine writing justice

xxx Stan
2010-09-09


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2010-08-09


Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
Love!
2010-08-06


liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
"Hopeful bones of destiny
are riding upon a symphony of egos"

= 1 word BRILLIANT!

I love lines like that
that slam the reader's
perspective on things &
life in general

~L.~
2010-08-06