STAND STILL FOR ME
If a second in time paused—
to let me catch up;
If a word of kindness meant—
to fill my deep cup;
If a teardrop cannonballed—
from my gutted soul;
I know I could seize the day (Carpe diem)—
hollow out my goal.
Copyright© 1999-2009 Caryl Ramsdale All Rights Reserved.
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| PEACEFULLY POLITE: Hopi'sinom | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
| CONTRASTING CONCEPT | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
| STUMPY LAND WALKERS | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
| CORPSE ALIVE | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
| CHASE | 1 | 09/28/2009 |
| HITHER I GO | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
| QUIETUS | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
| STAND STILL FOR ME | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
| CONSPICUOUS DAFFODIL DISPLAY | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
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