by Ben Pickard   Mar 5, 2018

"I dance upon chords
of perfect harmony,
making love to the wind.
And so, beneath magnolia skies
and on emerald fields,
my tired heart tries so hard
to keep pace with yours -
yours, whose rivers run red
with the kind of apocalyptic
certainty that will squeeze my
love into the very oblivion
from which it came."


Ben Pickard


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  • 1 year ago

    by Ren


  • 1 year ago

    by Hope


  • 1 year ago

    by Ya----Na

    Ben even the random words throw by you hit right on the target- our heart.

    Thanx for motivating me.

    • 1 year ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Sg - you need no motivation from me, but thank you so much anyway.

  • 1 year ago

    by Michael

    You were obviously writing very well back then too!
    Nice one fella
    Michael :)

  • 1 year ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    Ben, the start made me think this might be sweet and swoony, but then it turned a bit sad and dark ... as usual - you're playing fast and loose with our emotions and it's brilliant!
    I'm confused though by both the title and the poem in quotation marks? Did I miss something? :-) x

    • 1 year ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Kitty, the title was the date I wrote it and the speech marks were just something that felt right at the time...all a bit random, really.

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