In The Sliver of The Question

In The Sliver of The Question

A Poem by mysticgmekeepr

Lying there
Like a withered thought,
Bent and spineless where the winds
Howl and blow
Where the tall grass bows
With its passing;
And you listen to midnight
On your knees
Without resistance,
Pondering and praising.
None are promised The morning. We
Slumber in the sliver of the question.


© 2016 mysticgmekeepr



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I like the nighttime meaning in "the silver of the question"

Posted 1 Month Ago


you know that i come and visit with you the while, and sit with you, and hold your hand

Posted 1 Year Ago



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I am a woman and a child, an adolescent in an older persons shell, an ancient in a child's disguise, a mystery and a metaphor, opposites and contradictions, swirling waters and peace. more..

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