Getting Through
"I want to be where you are"
"But you are"
Whispers through static currents,
Pondering the chemistry, of us,
In solitude a prayer to you,
Through layers, indifferent attitudes,
Love ministered, me wandering,
Endured frantic prayers,
Static currents whisper through:
"We're rare"
and "Your where I want to be"
Teardrops commented on Getting Through
01-03-2011
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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