29th March 2011.


Facile.

You've left the ground,
no matter how high.

- Which inclination?

Seek in a lucent transpire,
then maybe the night sky.

- What satisfaction?

Don't tell yourself it's facile,
while instead in denial.

- Which predeliction?

Ceaseless of something,
aware of nothing.

- What reperation?

And with two of a tendancy,
I panic, and start crying.

And she softly says........



Poetry by John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-03-29 at 01:26

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Ferenc Inigo Beck
Excellent sorcery.
2011-04-29


Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Hey John...you're too much...methinks you're on the
"high ground"

Stan
2011-04-25


SecretWords The PoetBay support member heart!
Your words caught me and kept me throughout the poem.
I am left hanging on her words.

Beautiful.
2011-04-03


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Writing of quality , good use of word's. Lookikng forward to reading more , John.
Ken ( D Williams )
2011-04-02


Okuola Paul Abiola
nice writing
2011-03-30



Nothing it seems in life is easy any more.
But we face it head on with cheeks fluttering in the stiff wind
and hope the numbness it produces will fade as we come back to reality.
2011-03-30


shells
Would this be the moral highground, an argument by two of the same school of thought? Thanks for making me think.
2011-03-29