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I burn gold

I breathe 
this delicate breath of life
I live in this sanctuary called life
Like a ransom bequeathed by
makers of destiny...
The dictates that calculate
defenses..surviving the
suspense of endurance
the survival of hope..
Freedom commits me not
I endeavor to 
make touch the fire
that spirits my sovereignty
epiphanies echoe my 
agitated soul, as 
I do the arithemetic
of my survival...
a full circle that contours
whimsical prophecies
gone awry...

I read my soul
I pluck verses 
From the depths of my soul
I become poetry 
and poetry becomes me...

I burn gold..





#dramatic monologue

74 thoughts on “I burn gold”

  6. ” I become poetry and
    poetry becomes me ”

    These are wonderful lines yassy and they are gold in themselves. I am writing a post, about what is poetry, for the Go Dog Go Cafe on Thursday and would like to use them with your permission. I will link them back to this post 🙂

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      1. It is always my pleasure. You make me happy :):) it’s not just the nurturing words you write in your poems 🙂 it’s you 🙂 I was just reading Suspended Lines, and it inspired a poem but yours is waaaaaaay better thin mine hahaha. Much love Yassy 🙂 big hugs 🙂

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      3. I didn’t post it. It’s sitting on my desk, on paper where I wrote it. It was fun to do. I read yours, it stirred words. I figured out what the structure of the poem was, then wrote mine…THEN I saw nonette at the bottom LOL, if I had seen that first I could have googled it and it tell me the syllables per line 🙂 I enjoyed it thats the important thing. It made me happy to write it :):):)

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  11. Such sadness in those lines.. Like a ransom—defences..?… Whimsical Prophecies.. No one believed you..right..Hmm.. But at least you achieve harmony with those words, I burn gold.. So many questions..??

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      1. OK I won’t spoil your mood.. But you have a gift.. Calliope.. No, sorry it’s a natural talent.. A talent that you worked hard on.. Your words reveals an extraordinary tale..

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      2. No, it’s okay.i am good. Everyone does something they like best , I like music but I can’t write music but atleast I can write the lyrics , so life is all about doing and fitting in !got to work on that.

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      6. Am more of a dreamer, I think with my heart , make decisions with my mind. Sorry , why but I don’t take too deep observations. I take everything at face value. I trust.

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      7. Hmm.. That’s what I thought.. Sadly, I am an observer… So people and thoughts just drift by.. Dreamer is a thinker with aspirations.. And a will.. They also become achievers..

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