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A Dangerous Imagination

Updated on September 27, 2015


And his throat ached to cry aloud
guttural sounds ....that had been held back
echoing words ...words only splattered
across the pages once blank

For Poets are only human
and in their humanity
must be everyman...
and everywoman
who has known the heartache
of sorrow and despair..

The tenderness of the breeze
the cry of the sparrow
the melody of the Snaking rivers

I have watched a sunset
melt into the approaching darkness
holding on to...clinging to..any soul
who fears the coming night
for the loneliness that will grasp
their imagination... is their own

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      cleaner3 2 years ago from Pueblo, Colorado

      thank you my friend..manatita 44

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      manatita44 2 years ago from london

      Great poetry!

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      2 years ago

      Thank you. Jamie

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      cleaner3 2 years ago from Pueblo, Colorado

      Tillsontitan... thank you for commenting.. I am trying to write with some soul now... wanting my reader to feel their own soul..

      thank you for commenting

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      cleaner3 2 years ago from Pueblo, Colorado

      I have seen your imagination my friend, it is always wandering...looking out for it's fellow man, seeking truths that others hide from... you are the seeker Eric Dierker

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      Mary Craig 2 years ago from New York

      How inspired! Certainly "their loneliness is their own". This is so well done.

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      Eric Dierker 2 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Most excellent. I wonder if I cling. Maybe sometimes I do and other times I don't. Maybe sometimes I do not want to go where my imagination wants to take me.