Marie Bliss

Rookie - 122 Points (21st February / Australia)

The Bell Tolles - Poem by Marie Bliss

Arriving back from my travels,
I'm still with me,
all i ever was and shall be,
a myriad of history
without a moments concern,
I hear the bell tolle from my corner,
I wake and whirl,
shocked that round three has begun
without me,
Fists raised,
all reflex,
my state of grace wafts past,
I turn towards it dazed,
not from a punch,
but from waking,
the letting go.
My angels shuffle,
eternity held in the rearview,
a moments possibility snapped,
I may just be coming home.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 21, 2009

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 6, 2011

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