Between the Days

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Between the Days


When the earth rolls over

And turns its light down long and low

My soul hangs between the days

Lulled by the content of my illusions

I close my eyes

And open my heart to dream

Embracing the empty page of my imagination

I fall relentlessly into the void

Between what is present and what is past

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ApaqRasgirl commented on Between the Days

11-03-2010

that was a wonderful little piece dear......you have captured the feelings of many a poet with this one.......we are all often trapped in the in-between and are inspired by our emotions to let are hands flow across the pages........I am sure you have so much more out there to share with us, I eagerly await more of your wonderful posts....love asha

kdarcy commented on Between the Days

10-20-2010

Ok, what else is there to read? You holdin out on us, lol An excellent write, leaving me wanting more, be well k

soulwriter commented on Between the Days

10-20-2010

I re-read Trade Winds and then see it's magic - your magic in this piece.... the same peacefulness resides in your words. Keep writing and post more soon....

GypsySoul73

10/20/2010

Thank you for your comments soulwriter. I love that you see peacefulness and even magic in my words :) I will post another poem soon. Peace, love, and light on your path always. Gypsy Soul

jamie7121f commented on Between the Days

09-23-2010

Short and full of meaning :) I like it. Great job!!

GypsySoul73

10/17/2010

Hello jamie7121f. Thank you for the great comment. Peace, love and light on your path always. Gypsy Soul

Olan01 commented on Between the Days

08-22-2010

To me a poem is never short if it is whole; this poem is whole, complete and comtemplative; I like it.

GypsySoul73

10/17/2010

Thank you Olan01 for your constructive comment. I like it. Peace, love and light on your path always. Gypsy Soul

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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