Cort

Catch me when I’m falling

Help me when I’m calling

Hold me in your arms

Bring to me the calm

 

Your mystery sways before me

I stand in ancient glory.

Captured by your gaze

That leads me through the maze

 

The wordsmiths are at work again

Weaving spell like bullet rain

Soaking me with ignorance

Dowsing me with blackened pigments

 

Painting me out the scene

As though I’ve never been

Here upon the earth

Snuffing out my worth

 

You’re saving grace to catch my soul

Before I disappear down the hole

An inner peace I hope to find

Where we can dance our arms entwined 

 

Your warmth and touch makes me race

With all my thoughts in endless space

Emotions rarely known to me 

As your open arms they set me free.

 

 

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Pete (edbreathe)

Sat 15th Jan 2022 08:12

Stephen
Thanks for your kind words and appreciation 🙏

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Stephen Gospage

Fri 14th Jan 2022 18:01

I enjoyed this, Pete. It flows really well.

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Pete (edbreathe)

Thu 13th Jan 2022 16:58

Thanks Keith
Haven’t posted for a bit for various reasons, you’re probably right my thoughts get confused whilst I’m writing. Thanks for the comments 🙏

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keith jeffries

Thu 13th Jan 2022 16:40

This poem seems to be a number of poems rolled into one as each stanza can stand alone. I was particularly drawn to the fourth stanza.Some good imaginative writing here.
Thanks for this
Keith

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