I Am Unfinished

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After all these years,

diligence does not count,

love is mere emotion,

and like a plan's ideas

lain out on the drawing

board, I am unfinished.

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Within a sphere of blood

and sinew, bone and brain,

heart and toenails, I come

forward to declare my

independence. I leave

unfulfilled, unfinished.

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Before I am dust, before

the next destruction of

the earth, may infinity

end, may eternity develop

impenetrable walls, and

may I reach the finish

line mostly full bodied,

mentally alert but slightly,

ever so slightly,

unfinished.

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allets

12-17-16

701p

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tallsquirrelgirl's picture

Love this! Reality is more

Love this! Reality is more beautiful when it is not overlooked.


*tallsquirrelgirl* she feels in italics and thinks in CAPITALS ~henry james

allets's picture

Occasionally

I look for the askew angle and approach a topic slantwise, with admission and testimonial mixed with outcomes and philosophy. Beauty is in the eye - Thanks for the nice comment and perception shared - allets -

 


 

 

millyardo's picture

Well done

Well done

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And Well Met, Millyardo

I always smile when I see you have left a comment. Peace on earth and peace unto you. - Stella -

 


 

 

SSmoothie's picture

This is more than a hope for

This is more than a hope for me. Unfinished is the only thing I'll be! Great piece I very much enjoyed the totality of this toenails and all! 


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's life SIMS, but not as we know it" - ¡$&am

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U Got The Joke

 

Of course YOU did. Thank for the read, SS

 

More Than A Hope

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Extemporaneous does not work

for me, impromptu only blocks paths

I need indefinitinity, elipses as

a life goal.

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Beyond all corners, way

on the other side of midnights

and moons, such goals

remain unattained like

an unheard whisper.

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Go, seek, you won't find

me, I am easy on the existence

and fading always into mist.

Come, see my mind via

what my hands hope to do

what my feet wish for, what

dreamdust is made of.

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slc

12-19-16

502p

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Blackwingedbird's picture

This speaks to my bones.

This speaks to my bones.

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Of Course It Does

U R A poet. We feel it like no one else. Yeah, in ma bones, this one. A "me" write for you. Joy as a wish, peace as a gift. ~allets~