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The Eclectic Pen - To Mean What I Say

By: Sophira B. (sophiraness)   + 13 more  
Date Submitted: 11/19/2008
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 133
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To mean what I say It’s the only way I know Thoughts flow True like clear water Dribbling, dabbling brooks Clear to the bottom Treasure, Pebbles of my mind wet glisten from the sweat of my thoughts as they process Vulnerable, uncovered for all to see naked With the mist of mystery Floating above this stream Touching the edge of this Clear water It never more than broods Over its surface Never delves beneath this Strong moving force They meet for a moment Then separate One winning over another Like flaming fire And a thin gush of water I wish for moments For this stream to be A muddy, dark mysterious thing And wonder what fruits What sustenance a murky thing like this might have I envy the spiraled colors The entrancing mist that rises From its childbirth And look back to This clear dabbling stream Settling in its comfort to mean what I say Is the only way I know

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