drip-drop-
voices of all sorts,
float through my mind,
searching for an idea,
to grasp a single image.
watching the drops of imagination,
drip to the floor,
creating a pool of my thoughts.
waiting,
and watching.
as each drip continuously drops,
i try so hard,
to soak up the..
so very hard,
to soak up all and as much of my mind as i can.
Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| EDITED VERSION: The .......Shadow .......was .....lost... |
0 | 06/16/2011 |
| The Shadow That Was Lost :( | 0 | 03/04/2011 |
| letting go of all reality.. | 0 | 03/04/2011 |
| LIFE FLIES BY AND SO DOES THE SUN SHINE :D | 0 | 01/07/2011 |
| drip-drop- | 0 | 12/13/2010 |
| the brewing | 0 | 12/13/2010 |
| And those who desire | 0 | 12/04/2010 |
| hear the dandlieons cry; a wonders delight | 0 | 12/04/2010 |
| my lioness | 0 | 11/08/2010 |
| the coffee mug of heaven | 0 | 11/07/2010 |
| the children with the red balloons | 0 | 11/07/2010 |
| your family definitions | 0 | 11/07/2010 |
| your face | 1 | 11/07/2010 |
| number one | 0 | 11/07/2010 |
| looking through the frames of life | 2 | 11/06/2010 |
| simply summer | 2 | 11/05/2010 |
| winter's silent moon | 0 | 11/05/2010 |
| summer gasps | 0 | 11/05/2010 |
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