Subtle
There are people who know what to do
when they are running out of time
I remain in the dusk of deadline
whistling sparrow tunes to approximate subtle
Fortune keeps its eye on me
but would not touch me on a dare
the last time we were together
you told me what to remember
A suitor needs a breath at times
his hand in the game is only chance
hope like ivy climbs at a steady pace
but withers without good root
There are places in the shade I remember
cool shadows that saved me
I will not turn my back on you or the sun
knowing both of you can burn me
posted by Martin Lanaux @ 7:03 PM
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You're safe, cher. No messages or "friends" where they should not be.
I have a page of my own.
"I have let my hair down
Wearing blue, gold and brown..."
Peace on earth, good will between us?
I love this poem. I often think about studying the craft more by actually practicing rather than living in my head, but the more I read, the more I believe one is either born with it or not.
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