EMBRASABLE CHAOS

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JOURNAL #20

my heart is filled with dancing visions of

such unlikely likelihood

I find myself trapped behind where it is

that I long to go

yet pinned as well

to where I once so firmly stood

quite needless in my untempted view

on this side of that

which is splendidly discovered

there's always this fury of feeling

that another chance has been lost

emphatically I write

so to better bargain  

for it back

such cycle

rarely delivers

any true peace of mind

'tis but a cauldron

of rankling words

gone a begging too long

to be released from the pot

when I die

only then shall such stirring

be done....................

(Feb. 16, 1999)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

how poetry seems to be a life long affliction for me.

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