Idle Thought

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    Idle Thought

    I'm idle...
    drifting through the stale, stillness of my life;
    I'm like a bramble,
    with the winds of time warping and molding me;
    arms outstretched to feel the sting of love scalding me;
    barren am I...
    open to the elements which claim me,
    I twist and turn yet I prove little;
    I struggle to breath and my limbs don't move; brittle.
    Going undernourished, I've yet to flourish;
    withered and forlorn am I;
    that which has remained...I'm idle...tear stained.






    Originally written by myself, Matthew Tregear, in May of 2002. 

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    StandingBear commented on Idle Thought

    05-28-2009

    Nice continuous verses of one's self. Frozen moments in time. "Withered and forlorn am I" _______ great write. 10
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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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