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I Will Value the Salt More than Your Tears (Blood and Water)
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Blood and Water When all is said and done,
and the last shovel
of red clay is tossed
into that sad hole,
filling the cavity
that has connected us;
please understand,
I mean you no ill will;
I hope it all works out
well for you;
I simply will
have no reason
to even pretend
to care
anymore.
blood and water indeed...
I am man crying in a coffee shop not sure how I am goign to pull off improv with the weight this poem has left upon my heart....it is simply beautiful, at least for me, and a perfect example of yet another soul-mating moment!
Much Love
Ashley
I'd rather dig the holes and
I'd rather dig the holes and carry the coffins alone than face the travails that will rise up from below at that time. Thought you might connect with this one.
before I read this...
just the title had me stop, hold my breath, breathe again and then almost cry...I kinda fear this poem already!
Much Love
Ashley
;-)
I learned how to write titles from you Dear!
Reminds me of my brother. I
Reminds me of my brother. I love him because he's my brother not for what he's done and doing. Simple but strong write sir. Good day and good day and good day (the Man in Black says that when he sees the Gunslinger.)
Long days and pleasant nights
Diamond
;-)
Thank you Sir! I always hope to connect, but whenever I can connect with those poets I admire, it's all the more satisfying!
between a rock and a dark
between a rock and a dark place. I am in a similar predicament. but for me, I smile on the inside because i know I am not the one who created it nor propelled it. my concience is clear. they dug themselves into a hole and mud sticks. strong write. well done master b.
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Thank you Dear!
Keep smiling Dear, for I know the strength & beauty of your soul! I wish I could, but due the collateral damage always inflicted, I fall back on my ninja skills and evade to avoid hurting those I love. Sadly, not always an option...
Master Metaphorist
When it's over, it's over. Fine write, I heard that! Nuff said. - Lady A
I'm in your debt, Lady A!
Thank you for all the times you have looked around the corners of my words! ;-) I hate writing poems for this folder, but where else can you safely put that poison. Someone once said, "you can pick your friends, you can pick your nose, but you can't pick your family" (or something like that). And, at times, that's a damn shame. Love ya, Lady A!