Savage Wind
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i'm dying here
this wretched place
where savage wind
cut cold my face
where clocks crass scream
brings hollow thought
eyes the mirror
blank and caught
in ancient battles
on ancient fields
heart and mind
wall that shields
all i want
all i plead
yet turn away
the burning need
iwant to touch
i want to reach
the shore that never hugs the beach
and left this soul
now spent and sad
longing for the dream it had
longing for the gentle smile
the night when i can sit a while
and look into another's eyes
and gaze the sun
now on the rise
posted by T Owen Stark at 12:16 PM
4 Comments:
Tom, I love your blog..* hugs tight*
Rhonda
hey tom.. did you know you can post these images on your poets.com site? ask manicure.. she has figured it out.. I'm giving you a head's up here.. simply lovely pics.. alisa
Hi Tom,
Came over from Pathetic.org to check out your site. Nice site. Tells me I need to dust off my Front Page and do another one. Nice pics. But Savage Wind is beautiful but,like your website, STARK!
This is a beautiful tale of longing Tom. I love all your poetry but this one really speaks to me. Great work!
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