Adrift

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  • Hello fellow poets. I am originally from a very small very remote town in the woods of northern Maine.The town had a population of 560 souls.I was brought up( in what some would consider to be) abject poverty.If I was I never knew it. Simply due to the fact that everyone around me was in the same "boat".I have been writing from my teens. I enjoy the woods to this day. I hunt fish and hike whenever possible.And through the years I've learned that there is a God and that I'm not it. "SLIM"

Adrift

 My soul is but a cell.  
Adrift in the blood of God.No fears befall me here.

My demons have been cast out.
My transgressions abated.
Thus my soul's austere.

Adrift true.But not aimlessly.
For I drift through His blood!
And shall one day reach the heart.
 
Then  my soul shall bask in glory
No longer shall it drift.
And the wisdom of the ages
 to me He shall impart.

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Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

slimgrady’s Poems (19)

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A Winter's Eve 2 12/24/2009
A poets heart 3 12/22/2009
Adrift 0 12/21/2009
Through innocent eye's 1 12/21/2009
"Don't want to leave" 1 12/21/2009
Indifferent love 1 12/20/2009
Sweet gental one 0 11/28/2009
WHO 2 11/21/2009
mousy mouse 5 11/20/2009
the Miracles 2 11/20/2009
Freedom from self 2 08/02/2009
Season's pass 1 07/07/2009
Meadow flowers 2 07/01/2009
Another Day 1 07/01/2009
The passing 0 05/23/2009
Faithless soul 2 05/17/2009
Grampie's little boy 1 05/10/2009
I have heard 1 05/10/2009
Nature of the Beast 2 05/10/2009
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