On the Corner Of The World
On the corner of the world,Waiting, in space, in the illusion of time.
I itch, I scratch, I bite.
Explore, fail, try again.
Is there someone worthwhile to be found?
I wait, sitting, wishing.
On the Corner Of The World
On the corner of the world,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.
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Below The Surface | 0 | 10/09/2009 |
Eyedia | 0 | 10/07/2009 |
Going? | 0 | 10/04/2009 |
I don't want to be free | 0 | 09/20/2009 |
Love is too mushy | 0 | 09/08/2009 |
On the Corner Of The World | 0 | 09/08/2009 |
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