Orphans and Fragments

[Wolf]

These are various and individual thoughts I've written down over the years, in the margins of books, on random scraps of paper... many of these fragments later formed the core of full poems...

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It is in silence that we meet --

   -- memories have no voice...

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I possess empathy --

  My heart and soul cry aloud

     in the sorrows and griefs

        of those I meet...

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When my burden of sorrow grows too great,

   when my life is crushed and beaten,

     I turn once again to the soothing sea

       to walk along the glistening sands

         and to listen to the surging waves...

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Thundering surf crashes

      upon the dark and distant shore,

         swept by swirling winds,

      mantled by ebon night, companion of my soul...

The hungry waves consume my wandering imprints,

      but the ache in my heart

         is not food for surf and wind;

            only for my haunted memory...

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We walk together slowly through the night

sadly drifting under heaven's sight

in the lonely cold star's light

      not knowing where to turn

      to ease our burdened souls...

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I walk with only the stars to light my way;

the cold night has whispered things to say...

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The animal within me sleeps

      -- when in the company of others;

         but prowls and rages all the lonely night...

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The road lies before me

      fading into the distance 

         and half-light of dusk...

Brown, brittle leaves rustle

      as tired feet move on...

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`Tis funny -- this language of ours;

      it can express ethereal thoughts

         in exquisite manner,

and yet fail

      so totally

         at communicating the being behind the words...

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My mind seeks the voids of interstellar space

      to become companion and one

         with the jeweled galaxies pirouetting in ebon night

      far beyond the reach of greedy, gregarious man...

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A lone candle flickers

      moth circles

      and unites with flame...

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Light fades

      a dying soul

         in surrender to night...

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I welcome what friendship may come my way,

      and rejoice in memory that it was,

         once it has gone...

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Enjoy each moment and seek therein hidden treasures;
   take not for granted each word and nuance, each gesture and twitch;
      for each has its own existential value from which interest can be gained...

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© T. GhostWolf Davidson, 1966-2004

[bloodredtears]

these are wonderful thoughts...i enjoyed them all...my fav would have to be this:

Tis funny -- this language of ours; it can express ethereal thoughts in exquisite manner,and yet fail so totally at communicating the being behind the words...

i totally agree with this...it's so hard to get out into words the person you actually are! sometimes it seems as if no matter how hard you try no one will ever understand you.... thanks for sharing these!

[SilverEyes]

Thanks for sharing these. I love them all. I'm glad to see you've finally come to Poet Club.

Later,
Siver Eyes

[amberputis]

I loved reading these. If you are writing these through experiences, how I wish to accomplish at least some of what you have.

[John Barnett]

This was great and very creative GhostWolf, very well.