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the way of a poet
like the lonely tumbleweed
we go where the wind takes us
with seeds left behind to take root
in the minds of those we touch
we roll on never to stay long
it isn't in our nature
we go where called
solitary is our way
nighttime out solace
some people grasp for solid things
to steady them in this dizzying world
we reach for words
to put us on firm ground
we hold them
make love to them
I've scorned the poetry
that once set me free
the thunder called
I answered not
the sun shone I strayed the path
I reach for the poets I love
they're not to be found
& we roll on
Copyright © 2017 Crimsin. All Rights Reserved
Published 28th Mar 2017
| Edited 29th Mar 2017
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28th Mar 2017 11:21pm
The pain in this, well, it hurts to read. Not to say that it is not a beautiful piece of poetry, only that I feel your pain, lovely Crim. You know I'm always here.
28th Mar 2017 11:23pm
I see you here today and am grateful for your presence thank you my Darkest Lord deep sigh hoping I can find my way back from the dark place i've been in.. love Crim
28th Mar 2017 11:24pm
Anonymous
28th Mar 2017 11:31pm
The beauty within the sadness of rolling on is the memories of the places we've been. I feel these words, dark angel. I will keep them close
28th Mar 2017 11:55pm
28th Mar 2017 11:58pm
"Solitary is our way" - love this
There is solace in solitude
(as if we really ever had a choice)
hit it Brenda
There is solace in solitude
(as if we really ever had a choice)
hit it Brenda
29th Mar 2017 00:26am
29th Mar 2017 00:23am
I love this Crim...The imagery of the tumbleweed gives that empty felling of blowing across the desert then grasping out... Amazing
29th Mar 2017 00:27am
29th Mar 2017 00:32am
Poets' are a rolling stone, poets' are a rolling stone. Remember that one. . . eh . . . Maybe not. One thing about a rolling along poet, if you hang with the dude you got a fair chance of making it. Making whot, you ask. Making "it," that's whot!
29th Mar 2017 00:34am
thank you dearest Jerry for the smiles I will stick with it just falling off a bit lately :) love Brenda
29th Mar 2017 00:36am
You've aptly defined exactly how I feel
about those 'rolling stones' we call poets...
Excellent as always Crim.... :)
about those 'rolling stones' we call poets...
Excellent as always Crim.... :)
12th Apr 2017 2:23am
Anonymous
29th Mar 2017 00:59am
Like I love to love you doll!
12th Apr 2017 2:23am
29th Mar 2017 2:05am
this is so my life and feelings - thank you for such a beautiful expose' :-)
12th Apr 2017 2:24am
thank you David yes we poets are solitary creatures connecting though verse and it's a deep connection.. love you my friend.. xo Brenda
29th Mar 2017 2:48am
12th Apr 2017 2:24am
Anonymous
29th Mar 2017 3:54am
Awe Crim....so many have come and gone but they will always remember you as their true beloved friend and comforting soul.......gracious ink my friend.......I'm sure you're in their thoughts and hopefully won't be gone long.....purple luv & hugs xo :)
12th Apr 2017 2:26am
thank you precious Flower yes poets go where the wind calls.. I do hope they roll back this way :) love Crim
29th Mar 2017 5:24am
Oh my dear Crim, this is so utterly beautiful and painful at the same time...
You described 'us' so well... we are wayfarers...
Love, Duende
You described 'us' so well... we are wayfarers...
Love, Duende
12th Apr 2017 2:26am
29th Mar 2017 10:09am
We all get blown off course and further away from the ones we love. No direction home... a rolling stone, a tumble weed blowin in the wind, this is the destiny of the poet...
JJ
JJ
12th Apr 2017 2:27am
29th Mar 2017 10:11am
You touch many, talented lady
and your ink forever stains the page.
So much beauty you leave us with...
and your ink forever stains the page.
So much beauty you leave us with...
12th Apr 2017 2:27am
30th Mar 2017 4:13am
I love, ' I've scorned the poetry that once set me free ' , and the tumbleweed image, it's very relevant to poetry....
12th Apr 2017 2:28am
1st Apr 2017 4:09am
tumble along with the tumblin tumbleweed -
excellent, Crim;
we wander the desert far beyond the Lost Tribes...
excellent, Crim;
we wander the desert far beyond the Lost Tribes...
12th Apr 2017 2:29am
aw John thank you I love your poetic comments they always make me wistful.. love Crim
1st Apr 2017 5:43pm
You know my soul cried out after reading this. You know my arms are wide open. Muahhhh
12th Apr 2017 2:30am
aw my Kym beautiful soul sending love so grateful for your presence.. love Brenda
Anonymous
8th Apr 2017 2:35am
Brenda.. fucking beautifully done.. love you, my friend..
Dave
Dave
12th Apr 2017 2:30am
Anonymous
11th Apr 2017 00:15am
My Beautiful Brenda...I have been scarce but know I am ever present in your world...there seems to be something in the air affecting many of us and I, like you, are hoping to see and feel a shift come our way soon.
I love you!!
xoxo Taryn
I love you!!
xoxo Taryn
12th Apr 2017 2:31am
aw my beautiful one thank you for smiling on my pages with your rays of sunshine.. I hope for that shift as well my love.. I love you so much.. xo Brenda
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