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 Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 3:59 am
YESTER YEARS
Warm and stiff like a picture on a wall, I lie trying to think
of today but all I see is the yester years.
A Yester year full of pain and anger blown like
Mt. St. Helen's on a bad day. Desperately seeking
the unknown for what would make them stop.
Seeking to put the Yester years to rest.
I hear time telling me, "Do or die" but I feel that I'll
die one way or another trying. The tick-tock of time
goes quickly as the sand falls to the end.
Then my mind dies or blows up and time says,
"Nope, try again"!
Where do the Yester years really rest?
Do they rest beneath the good and joyous things
we now experience? Or Does it come and go
then float through space and time?
Written By, Claysong/kokopelliqueen (c) 2000
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 2:55 pm
The flow was very rough but I liked the poem as a whole. Nothing quite stuck out to me other than "A Yester year full of pain and anger blown like Mt. St. Helen's on a bad day". After that line I could feel the tone of the poem more.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 8:09 pm
Yeah sometimes when your dealing with the past memories it gets hard to deal with. I thank you for your time in reasing and commenting on my poems. I have others that are waaay better.
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