Sharron Stephenson


A Dusty Sight - Poem by Sharron Stephenson

hear my cries listen to the whispers,
from this dusty mind,

watch the limits i bare,
to cross,

strip the words from once i spoke,
to the last vowel,

the sight i seek.
is in my reach,

just outside,
my control,

but in my heart,
the day will come,

when the palm,
will touch,

the last post,
and the past,
is far behind,
for the last time


Comments about A Dusty Sight by Sharron Stephenson

  • Rookie - 26 Points Eric Cockrell (10/12/2011 3:56:00 PM)

    you travel well... and your journey will have a good ending! great poem! (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Shadow Girl (10/10/2011 7:55:00 AM)

    wow this is so moving..love it. ur writing gets deeper and stronger.
    -SG
    xo (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 10, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, October 10, 2011


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