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Adored

                                                Adored

 

 

            It cannot be helped,

Can never be resolved

Can never be ascending to

The light while orbiting

A darkened world – yet,

It is a fraction of the light.

     It can never be justified

Or understood, be quizzed

Dissed – visioned in an

Open eye.

            It can never say its

Name, nor he or she or

Even I.

     It’s more than just a jest

For Rumpel and may even

See him crumple if

Derided by a jealous lie.

     It can never be grabbed,

Grasped tagged or, shattered.

     It just is, never ‘was’,

Always is...........

                        Always.

 

Michael J Waite 20th September 2006

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Francine

Fri 11th Dec 2009 22:21

Really like this Mike...

Don't like these two lines though...
'For Rumpel and may even
See him crumple if'

To me the poem makes sense without.

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