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[pjthompson]

From the notebooks, April 13, 1998:


Home

Try to remember the earth is your home.
Accept that what is gone, is gone,
except in your heart. Try to find
a hole in the earth which is your own
in which to live what's left.
Know, or try to know, that the fire
is not gone, it's just gone into your hair,
turning it white. Accept that the earth
is your home, always has been,
always was holding your feet
while you dreamed, open-eyed,
that you were flying.

Comments

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

That's a sad one.

Poem person, I'd like to give you wings.

[pjthompson]

Maybe a little sad, but mostly about accepting the cycles of life. But I could be wrong; the muse has its own agenda. As stillnotbored says, I just work here.

[geniusofevil.livejournal.com]

Accept that what is gone, is gone,
except in your heart

This is beautiful! I am really enjoying your poetry.

[pjthompson]

Thank you. Glad to be sharing it.