you brought me to the edge of free-
a tattered soul,
incomplete-
and for your price you asked for
absolution.
it wasn’t much.
it wasn’t hard.
you were a floating vagabond
who prayed that I could be your
solution.
I was spinning- hard and fast-
against myself,
against my past,
but somehow you....
you never knew it.
young
free
you
me
just starting a revolution.
revolution.
revolution.
Times were good but we.....we never knew it.
By Sara Pufahl with thanks to Rob and The Writer's Island for the prompt: The Journey.
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They were the best of times, but always yearning for what lay further ahead in life's journey.
Rose
xo
Ah to be eighteen again..
But on second thoughts, what's wrong with now?
i believe the truth here in lies in the fact that at 18 some of us are already "spinning hard and fast against our past"... i wonder what it would have felt like ... just to be 18...........
spinning hard and fast against our past
is a wonderful line. I like the beat in this.
So true - when you're young, the possibilities seems more endless.
'to the edge of free' is a phrase I found telling and yearning. Universal and personal. Nicely done - your words are perfect.
It seems like it's always that way when we look back.
I like the way this poem flows.
That's so awesome. I still feel like that half the time; guess I never grew up.
Thanks for visiting!
We know it now and enjoy the memories ...
love the sounds in this piece. happy to be back reading your work again :) i see i have quite the backlog hehe
Yes. Like a song.
In my lower back I am old, but in my heart, I am still 18.
I took a look around. I like it here.
"I do write with the intent that others will read and enjoy my work. But if there was not one person on earth willing to read my work I bet I would still be off scribbling something."
Yes. And thank you.
You were a floating vagabond who prayed I could be your solution...WOW
Very deep poem, I enjoyed disgesting your words
so much emotions in a few words
this was beautiful. i discovered your blog from cathy's lyrically speaking. i will be back to read your words. peace and poetry, ananda
Its amazing to look back and realize what was important then, doesn't mean anything now! Guess that's just part of it! Great poem, great insight!
Scott
A dam good read, Sara! I can almost hear the drums.. ;> These lines:
"you were a floating vagabond
who prayed that I could be your
solution."
Boy, you hit a nerve in me here. Reminds me of a time..
I wouldn't want to be 18 again, I can tell you that much. Uh uh.
sara the last line is a stab... its beautiful
KZEmbh Please write anything else!
Hello all!
Your delicate touch, simplicity. You say almost as much between the lines, in the silences. Love it!
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