Musings and Memories

Musings and Memories

A Poem by Bethany Woody
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Formerly ?????????

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Images dance
Just beyond my mind’s eye
A voice inside
Dying to cry.
 
Where are the answers
To life’s unasked questions?
Where are the clues
To the secrets of death’s illusions?
 
Visions swirl
In the muddied waters
Kodak memories
Played backwards.
 
Someplace in time
Behind the masks
Someplace in life
Where the fear basks.
 
Robbing the poor
To feed the blind
Searching desperately
For nothing to find.

© 2009 Bethany Woody


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Bethany Woody
Does the new title work for the piece?

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Nice. Really nice! Love it!

Oh and in the second stanza, add (?) to the second and last lines

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is really good. I like it a lot. The message, the flow, the strength of your writing : it's all there. Maybe title it "Traveling Through Fear" ?

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I loved all kinds of lines you used in this Beth like.......
"Dying to cry."
and
"Kodak memories
Played backwards."
and
"Robbing the poor
To feed the blind"
over I just love it all!!!

and I have a great title for it
how about ...The Devil May Cry

hummmmmm maybe not....smiles

thanks for sharing.

Kelley

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Oh its cool to write things and just let it flow......but i wouldn't mention that you have no idea what you are writing about......let us decide..... you dont have to say anything :)

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Added on April 17, 2009
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Bethany Woody
Bethany Woody

Atlanta, GA



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This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,- The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty. Her message is committed To hands I cannot see; For love of her, sweet .. more..

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