Earth Heart

By london_calling79

Mon, 28 Nov 2011
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Earth Heart. The words have rattled in my head and pocket for too long now.
They must bloom.
Another new beginning. Rolling away another stone.
But I feel my interest fading with the wind.
The burgeoning,creaking heart of oak, more by luck than good judgement. 
A sickness has settled on my lungs. No regret, just the simplicity and cacophany of an unrepentant heart.
A quenching requited and required, old soul, the shaking of nothing.
They are the rage and the futile fury.
What shall I do with the time I am given?
I think I will go gentle into that good night.
  

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Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi london_calling 79, an interesting and poignant piece of writing. Jenny.

 

Submitted by london_calling79 on
Thanks Jennifer! Seems to be a recurring theme with me when I haven't written for a while and feel like I need to brush off the cobwebs I come up with something like this.