Pull Away Anew

Updated on February 10, 2018
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Hello, my name is Rose. Sometimes I write things, but inspiration is a bit fickle. Feedback is welcome. Appreciate ya.


I remember a house

A dark, small house,

not yet a home.

Walls of white:

a desolate tundra,

Distant as the gray moon.

I will always fear that emptiness,

The sterility and smell of dust.

The muffled, breathless silence.

Solace lies without;

Under the warm sun in its azure sky,

Amongst the weeds and wildflowers.

Hope lies within me,

In tiny strains of music.

Songs so sweetly sung....

Those harmonies swell,

Spreading sunlight into my depths,

White walls now cast with a golden luster.

The gleam grows brighter

As the darkest night ends

And I am born anew, untouched by shadow.

Somehow, they have vanished:

The loneliness, the sorrow.

The life of duty and old blood.

Only clean blankness remains,

A fresh slate borne of ash;

Like a plain of untouched snow.

My skin falls away,

The mask of contrition dissolves,

My eyes banish the murky twilight...

And the world, in its endless majesty, glows.


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    • Mark Tulin profile image

      Mark Tulin 4 weeks ago from Santa Barbara, California

      Beautifully maintained and focused poem/home. Thanks.

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      Robin Carretti 5 weeks ago from Hightstown

      Has a mystical and very cool read I deeply enjoyed

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      Rose 5 weeks ago

      Thank you!

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      Shyron E Shenko 5 weeks ago from Texas


      I hope your Muse

      Will inspire you with many more

      Poems like this that you can use



      Blessings my friend

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      Rose 5 weeks ago

      Thank you for your kind words, they mean a lot to me.

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      Threekeys 5 weeks ago from Australia

      Something sweet and yet melancholic.

      Your imagery affected my imagination.

      Look foward to reading more of your poems, Rose.