PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

like lush, green, topped trees

blowing in the whirl some wind

ever higher

I redundantly criticize this impossible

page I have come to now so frequently

sire

and why in my fine, young blood is there

yet even more kindling it seems

to fuel further this internal fire

am I to ever be so humble that I admit

of my thoughts

I often here lately seem to tire

but still...........

but still they with no apparent end

almost fervently flow

like a snowy river's bounty

while my ambitious mind soils nearly all

thoughts as like that of sea drifts

spilling upon the ocean's shore

I call to the deeper side of self to aid

and a mount me

with an unpracticed promise for a better

mindset to see past my over indulged

and knarled core

softness somewhere inside calls me back

to harm's unpredictable fence

so electrical in its extent

the gate all too suddenly closes and I'm

left with nothing but these pages of winded

words to describe and tell all of where I've

been and went

to a deeper meaning I often unkindly through

my smarting self seem to reach

finding only the bitter pit as I search

for the tender, succulent flesh of the

freshest peach

as before I've fallen short of my original

goal once yet again

and passed by the hoped for result in attempt

to attain

'The Ever Elusive Answering End'............

(Nov. 16, 1993)