The Ramblings of T.W. Dondanville
From up on high, the ascendants cry,
of happiness and truth,
here they are young as youth.
All is temporary,
they cannot be stationary.
Descend, the ascendants of the peak. 23 altre parole
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“I wish life could just pause for you,”
I’ve been waiting for life to pause my whole life.
Going through the motions, 124 altre parole
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Breaking through the waves again
the art of drowning,
is easy to master
when the darkness consumes you.
Terrified of being misread
and misguided in the fall… 86 altre parole
Poetry, at least in large part, is about the sound. Years ago I started a poem that consisted of words that just felt good when you said them. 116 altre parole
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I am not a poet, novelist, or a playright. Instead, I speak of the avalanche to which the nation was submersed and now lies in ruin.
I’m 200 miles away
From my own body.
I want to come back and be here,
But I’m not ready to face pain and reality. 102 altre parole
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