These Soulless Times
by Amber P.
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
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Past and Future stand ---
Mirror like images
on a vast plateau.
Trip the light fantasy ---
Ethereal profusions, vivid
transcriptions.
Far from the falsehoods
and
these soulless times.
Numb to the pinprick counteraction
and
calculated dreams.
I find sanctuary without any grounds.
The peace I seek
has no conventions.
Like the countless nothings ---
without any visions.
I seek and find ---
my ebbings.
Deep
in patterned thoughts,
and
rhymeless conjectures.
My moods are forever roaming.
Dripping
like pools.
Seeping
into the countless cracks
of
concrete ---
Which form
in our crooked streets.
---Aug. 24, 1999. © Amber . All rights Reserved.
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| Reviewed by Lois Christensen |
7/26/2009 |
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Moodwise, this is uplifting writing. Different but meant to be read and entertaining of course for readers on AD. |
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| Reviewed by Gwen Dickerson |
3/29/2005 |
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| This sumber, yet descriptive poem is very, very good! |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
3/22/2005 |
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| I could walk with you through this that you describe; without asking for anything; just sharing what you feel because you make me feel it. Thank you, Amber. Love and peace. Regis |
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| Reviewed by Cynth'ya cynthyaspeaks@gmail.com |
3/16/2005 |
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We are here for today Amber. As long as we exist, we have an opportunity to spread some common sense to whomever is willing to listen.
This is a very sensible poem.
blessin's,
cynth'ya lewis reed |
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