Winding path I walk
familiar and paved with mistakes.
Shadows form at my feet
I denounce the whistling winds,
rippling waters
pallid skies
On my quest to find heaven,
on my quest to conquer hell
contemplating the meaning behind
this seemingly pointless stretch of time.
There must be a prize, a compensation perhaps?
for trawling through, for endurance
Little do we know,
heaven only lies in the eyes of the satisfied
and hell is the inquisitive, demanding nature
the human nature,
deep rooted within us all.
© 2009 Florence Challender
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A collection of all my poetry from the last two years. Your feedback is most welcome, as are links to your own works, so feel free to comment. Enjoy! Also- would like to thank my fans for the brilliant, supportive comments and following- let's bring poetry into the limelight again!
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"I can never get people to understand that poetry is the expression of excited passion, and that there is no such thing as a life of passion any more than a continuous earthquake, or an eternal fever. Besides, who would ever shave themselves in such a state?"
-Lord Byron
-Lord Byron
"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before."
-Edgar Allan Poe
-Edgar Allan Poe
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