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

In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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