pieces of me
left behind
wonderin’ now
who’s gonna find
left behind
wonderin’ now
who’s gonna find
strewn ‘long the highways
and byways of yesterdays
pieces of me
to set free
wonderin’ now
if that’ll ever be
kept under wraps way too long
never singin’ a purty song
to set free
wonderin’ now
if that’ll ever be
kept under wraps way too long
never singin’ a purty song
pieces of me
still inside
wonderin’ now
if they’ll hide
in that deep dark abyss
or do they even exist
still inside
wonderin’ now
if they’ll hide
in that deep dark abyss
or do they even exist
those
pieces
pieces
of
me
me
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6 comments:
It's so good to return to blogging to your lush and warm words, Jenean. I've so missed the romantic and tender lilt of your poetry. Oh, those pieces! I have been finding mine, even as they have been eluding me. Thank you for this treasure!
Nevine
such kind words for which i thank you, nevine! that's how i feel when visiting your place of beautiful words - and those pieces - yes, elusive even as we search and as we sometimes even find!
you have a beautiful, natural rhythm with all your pieces. i like the foresight and human wondering about the things to come in the next world while acknowledging the highways in this 'past' one. great stuff.
oh, thanks so much, ed - it's so gratifying when one's words are really "gotten" by another - and thanks so very much for coming by - have a great day -
They do exist in your words!
thank you mister cavanaugh - you're right -
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