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Monday 18 July 2005
Piece I Cannot Find
When I was a child I climbed high in a tree
watched towers be built across a river
when I was a woman I climbed higher than I should have
watched towers be obliterated by god and his devils.
My metaphors mix in an empty Seattle night
I love and I grieve and I sorrow
You held me in a too brief moment of time
So I thought I’d survive if I just held on tight.
Life is not competition nor is it a battle
not ethics, not morals or all that is right
You do what you have to
Peace I cannot find.
When I was a child I believed in a dream
thought love was something that was a given
As a woman I have climbed higher than I should have
having lost myself to man and his devils.
Filed under: poetry & fiction
Posted by: Molly | 02:08 | Comments (1)
Walking down the french quarter
12ft below the sea
but the ground at my feet
is as dry as can be
Music and laughter
fill the air
I see drummers and mimes
so the party is over there
Walking down Canal st.
fresh breeze in my face
Not knowing that whats behind the breeze
Will surley take this place
Living for the moment
is what I live for
until mother nature comes along
and slams the door
Swimming through the french quarter
almost level with the sea
not quite sure
whats swimming below my feet
Screams and torment
fill the air
I see gunners and looters
so I wont go over there
Swimming under canal
desprately holding my breath
for if these crooks see my face
they might put me to death
Living for the moment
is what I lived for
until mother nature came along
and slammed my door……
I’m not a great poet but I love poetry and alot of your work. Since I dont get publications I thought I might throw something out there that really moved me when I wrote it. Hope you enjoyed..
Michael Jacobson
mt_jacobson@yahoo.com