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MY FRANTIC SEARCH FOR YESTERDAY
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JOURNAL #14 'My Frantic Search For Yesterday'
started when I couldn't find this pen
how could I write about tomorrow
when tomorrow did not know just where
I had been
lost in yet another wanting metaphor
I climb out on a limb
there can be no viable answers if the
questions choose not to give in
now let me confront my wayward self again
My Frantic Search For Yesterday'
started when I couldn't find the words to whisper
I'll never again be thin
weight is only a problem though in the eyes
of those who really do not look
lost in yet another campy cliche'
beauty comes from within
perhaps I should chance to go this road again
My Frantic Search For Yesterday
started when I would not let myself become
depressed
over situations I cannot control nor manage
to get off my chest
so lost in yet another trivial pursuit
I carry the game to conclusion's end
realizing long at last
when I do not overkill all chosen attempts
I find I am at my own personal best.........
(Sept. 24, 1995)
Cool...
I think the random-ness of this poem is quite interesting. I can really feel the person in the poem searching for him/herself. My favorite part is
"how could I write about tomorrow
when tomorrow did not know just where I
had been"
This is really neat and thought-provoking.