Nightfall of my days
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The nightfall of my days Darkness gleams in the evening hours I look out wonder what goes around the world. Turn on the set to see the news Who does what , where and how Then stare again and wonder if its true. The moon crops up in the sky Beconning the stars to greet the heavenly forces lights from present and past Old and young Wondering what each other is actually doing Time creeps in only on a clock The rest of the Universe moves in a consistant way All seek to under stand its presence The Center has a mystical force Hiding its wonders for all to imagine Underneath the imagination Covers the dreams of young , nightmares of old Dreams of old, nightmares of the young Images of those yet to come , Images of those still to go Again to return for another go around Some get on stage and perform Others speak to a camera pretending to be a bunch of people Still others allow their mental imagery to loom on paper Yet seems like all have a central source Still behind all the dark shadows silvery lining with lights loom forth Perhaps if the darkness would show a little of the light looming Maybe behind the negative hearts a postive soul could emerge Perhaps behind the bad memories a few good ones will win out. Maybe the life we live isn't as bad as others imagine it to be Perhaps we could learn to share the world with our inner linings showing by doris ridge mendlovitz
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Thats 100% percent (doubled up there) my favorite poem I've ever read by you. That's really good. again, just a good dispersement of words, and always surprising twists to the lines. I think cuase yours and my outlooks are so different, that yours in a way 'shock' me sometimes
in a totally great way! thats a great poem D. -
doris mendlovitz:
The nightfall of my days Darkness gleams in the evening hours I look out wonder what goes around the world. Turn on the set to see the news Who does what , where and how Then stare again and wonder if its true. The moon crops up in the sky Beconning the stars to greet the heavenly forces lights from present and past Old and young Wondering what each other is actually doing Time creeps in only on a clock The rest of the Universe moves in a consistant way All seek to under stand its presence The Center has a mystical force Hiding its wonders for all to imagine Underneath the imagination Covers the dreams of young , nightmares of old Dreams of old, nightmares of the young Images of those yet to come , Images of those still to go Again to return for another go around Some get on stage and perform Others speak to a camera pretending to be a bunch of people Still others allow their mental imagery to loom on paper Yet seems like all have a central source Still behind all the dark shadows silvery lining with lights loom forth Perhaps if the darkness would show a little of the light looming Maybe behind the negative hearts a postive soul could emerge Perhaps behind the bad memories a few good ones will win out. Maybe the life we live isn't as bad as others imagine it to be Perhaps we could learn to share the world with our inner linings showing by doris ridge mendlovitz
Doris you have written in words my exact thoughts these dayz. Great poem.
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thank you. In away it was almost precognitive love doris
