Transitioning.

by Poet on the Piano   Jan 6, 2014


I am at peace now, with this newborn January, with
this steaming cup of decaffeinated coffee,
with my animated shadow squealing one moment
and flowing gracefully like a sail the next.
Yet, I am aware that night will cause me to be
twisted, unkept, unplanned,
as I pass through another cycle of blame.
Hours speed by while light ages in beauty,
though it is only I who can change the
elements surrounding me.

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Written 1/05/14 @ 10:31 PM

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  • 10 years ago

    by BlueJay

    I'm really not sure what I can say about this piece. I red it 4 or 5 times trying to come up with a comment but all I could think of was "Wow" or "amazing" I could find nothing wrong and nothing that stood out anymore than the rest of it. Its all fantastic and well written and stunning and amazing and all those other good words that people say when they are bored or speechless. (In this case yes speechless have no worries) for such a short piece you said so much with such elegance. Wonderful.

    (sorry its not much of a comment... I just thought I should say something because it really is that good...)

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