A poem.

Comes and goes,
a want that was never chose.
Appeared out of nowhere,
that long-captured stare
maybe the cause?

As thought time stood still, a pause
in the mind.
A thought lingering behind.
It is there-
it came from nowhere.

The question now;
How
could this be?

What made the eye see?
Seen so many times before-
but the last time made a down pour,
a stream of thought-

Which taught
the mind furthermore.
Now all that is the constant fuss,
a thick black dust
causing quite the dusk.

Especially in one’s mind,
time away from it is hard to find.
And yet another question
which will beckon-
What to do
screams through!

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Comments (5)
  • cutedrishti8 on Oct 14, 2009

    A nice write..Thanks for the post

  • Sourav on Oct 14, 2009

    Another wonderful poem… your writing style is very creative and I really liked it! Very well written!

  • Olivia Van Logum on Oct 14, 2009

    Another great poem! Well done!

  • ken bultman on Oct 14, 2009

    Sometimes wanting is better than having.

  • johnnydod on Oct 15, 2009

    Emma what a lovely way to use you pauses and breaks, your poem is almost a pleasure to read to oneself as it is to read out aloud.

    Johnny

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