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Careless pen
Careless pen
The blues now turned to white
struggle to write, too tired to fight
give way to the delivered day
time slipping through the sway
thoughts wanting to be penned
cannot get them right to send
every twist and awkward turn
hot tears behind eyes burn
every wall built up around
so high you hear an echo sound
silence and noise unheard
in my world so absurd
goodbye to the desired glory
stuck in throat the wilful story
sabotage the self in blindness
careless pen knows no kindness
the old man plays his violin sweet
from his courtyard heard in the street
a requiem that moves the heart
till three stars in the sky end Shabbat
feedback van andere lezers- Hoeselaar
Goh, wat een diepgaand gedicht, het moet van binnen pijn doen om zulke beelden op te hangen.
Sterke gevoelens neergezet!
Willy
killea: Many thanks for your fine feedback Willy
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j - alie_jankind
heelµ liefdevol dit ...
groet
killea: thank you Alie
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j - Anjer
shabbat sjalom, beautifull writings killea grt Anjer
killea: shalom shabat Ajer, thank you
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j - tessy
Zo mooi J.
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killea: many thanks Tessy
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j - jan
ask him to play 'careless' for me...
xxx
j
killea: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QBMJsiLSt6w
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j - Mistaker
I love this poem!
Greta xx
killea: thank you Greta
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j - Dora
it turns en spinns, twirling
tossing en turning longing
killea: all that and more Dora
xx
j
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