poemranker ::Bearings by emilyowey

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Free verse № 58994

Bearings

Member since 2002 · Posted 3 Aug 2003 · 2 comments

Send me a breath to stand on. Give me a healing nod. Hand me anything to grasp to see, Anything that’s real. I’m standing in this minute, Spinning up and down. Show me my direction, I know not where to go. I know not where I’m looking, I know not what I am. Please send me a vapor, a mist, a breeze So I can know who I am.

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[7] richa 3-Aug-03/11:20 AM Reply
Not sure you have a breath to stand on.

Anything thats real is an irritating modern day cliche.

Like the bit leading up to show me my direction and the penultimate line although the final line is a bit of a damp squib.

Not bad though
[6] horus8 3-Aug-03/1:56 PM Reply
What the hell is that going to do? What are you going to take the vapor and make a fucking sandwich? Good grief.