douglas Posted June 17, 2011 Share Posted June 17, 2011 (edited) The seagulls swirling around my head in the twilight Are like thoughts escaping from my brain Screaming and squawking and breaking the precious silence of my soul And the smooth ochre-pink clouds Painted soft and silken across the distant horizon Are like the peace and beauty that I choose for my new life Watching the waves rolling in upon the shore Reminds me of my recent arrival in this place And the receding ebb echoes newness - the promise of things to come Edited June 17, 2011 by douglas Quote To receive love, you have to give it... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dr_con Posted June 18, 2011 Share Posted June 18, 2011 I like this reflective, personal piece- intimate and universal... Well done Douglas. DC&J Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted June 18, 2011 Share Posted June 18, 2011 A tranquil moment that's cognizant of the past yet buzzing with anticipation. I love the sense of ease, peace, and comfort with the here and now. Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Benjamin Posted June 20, 2011 Share Posted June 20, 2011 A most enjoyable read. Can't think of many things more therapeutic than waves on the seashore.Benjamin. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
abstrect-christ Posted June 24, 2011 Share Posted June 24, 2011 Everythings been said, nicely done Quote Pinhead "Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh." Joey "I don't believe you." Pinhead "Oh come, you can hear its faint echo right now. I'm here to turn up the volume. To press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blood of its own secret heart." "There's a starving beast inside my chestplaying with me until he's boredThen, slowly burying his tusks in my fleshcrawling his way out he rips open old woundsWhen I reach for the knife placed on the bedside tableits blade reflects my determined faceto plant it in my chestand carve a hole so deep it snaps my veinsHollow me out, I want to feel empty"-- "Being Able To Feel Nothing" by Oathbreakerhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aBPy3xNwwL8 "Sky turns to a deeper grey the sun fades by the moon hell's come from the distant hills tortures dreams of the doomed and they pray, yet they prey and they pray, still they prey"-- "Still They Prey" by Coughhttps://soundcloud.com/relapserecords/sets/cough-still-they-pray Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gatekeeper Posted June 28, 2011 Share Posted June 28, 2011 (edited) You seem to have told us everything. For my money, that is too much. You leave nothing to my imagination. I can add nothing to the reading of this poem. You must let the readers/listeners participate or they will not read it again. Edited June 28, 2011 by Gatekeeper Quote from the black desert Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
douglas Posted October 23, 2011 Author Share Posted October 23, 2011 thank you all for your insightful feedback and points of view - much appreciated. Quote To receive love, you have to give it... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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