Lonely Contentedness

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    Lonely Contentedness

     I sit apon boats of white oak
    In imaginary likeness
    rowing unto...unto on
    Of places that remain unknown

    Carved names inside the walls
    Of caves, far from civilization
    Longing for a conversation
    That would end without a word

    A smile which no one else sees
    Lost, with no direction
    But if self knows, than it will be all right
    I will stay in my place.





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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    shadelight’s Poems (25)

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    Forgotten Pasts 2 05/14/2011
    Banished 0 05/14/2011
    Self Pity 2 05/13/2011
    The Rudeness of Thoughts 1 05/13/2011
    Music's Hold 1 05/13/2011
    Lives Lost Forever 0 05/13/2011
    As Of Today 0 05/09/2011
    Tears 0 05/09/2011
    Broken Friendship 0 05/07/2011
    Colors 0 05/05/2011
    Death 1 03/25/2011
    Across the midnight sky 0 03/25/2011
    What I Am 2 03/25/2011
    Just There 1 03/24/2011
    Gone 3 03/23/2011
    What can I do? 2 03/22/2011
    Winter 1 03/21/2011
    Run Away 3 03/21/2011
    Lost Memory 1 03/21/2011
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