Do you know how long?
Do you know how long we sit?
And wait for that ticket out of here
How long we’ve wished
Just for a way out
Trapped in the agony and irony
We fell asleep
Frail and bold
Our tired bodies weak
Looking for a light instead of running away
Our feathered arms reach
But with our hands lost in flight
How can we grasp our lives?
Do you know how long we’ve tried?
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Microwave Oven | 0 | 10/24/2009 |
| Yellow Melancholy | 0 | 06/12/2009 |
| Do you know how long? | 0 | 06/12/2009 |
| Hon, don't cry. | 0 | 06/12/2009 |
| Autumn sunlight | 1 | 06/05/2009 |
| Waiting for death. | 1 | 05/01/2009 |
| Nonsense | 0 | 05/01/2009 |
| Beside the Ocean (Don’t Lose your Insight) | 0 | 05/01/2009 |
| Larger Cities Frighten Me | 0 | 05/01/2009 |
| List of Mysterious Things; 1.Portland | 0 | 05/01/2009 |
| Yellow flower petal Questionnaire | 1 | 05/01/2009 |
| Walk along the red walls | 0 | 05/01/2009 |
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