I have hundreds of beginnings
trapped inside my head
give me time to write them down
so they can all be read
we can spin ourselves a story,
watch beginnings turn to endings
appreciate life's rhythm
while time and space we're bending
stop and look and listen
love and sorrow you will see
you can't know who you are
until you know who you will be
Friday, November 21, 2008
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5 comments:
yeah. that's exactly right.
Hoo yeah, well poemed. Hmm. Spell-checker doesn't agree that 'poemed' is a verb.
I imagine screaming accompanying this poem, but that is the beauty of interpretation. ;)
lol.. there was screaming accompanying this poem! provided by Baby Jo.
Very nicely written!
I like your blog.
From a fellow Churchy, alienated, mom of five.
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