maybe i am nothing
or maybe i did happen once
but history was never my story
and paradise always belonged to you
maybe if i denied my need
maybe if i’ve not said too much
i might finally find my field of reeds
to walk in, perchance to breathe
fain don’t you light a candle for me
for tomorrow’s breeze would see me gone
so scorn me not for a child
i intend to bleed from open hands
maybe i am grateful
or maybe i’ll be the final smile
frozen between provident lines
where i’m never right and you’re never wrong
maybe i haven’t bled enough
maybe if i defied the need
in an ultraviolet field of reeds
to haze in, ergo to breathe
fain don’t you light a candle for me
for tomorrow’s breeze would see me gone
so scorn me not for a child
i intend to bleed over scorched sands
maybe my blood was fire
maybe i am guttering now
bleeding out blackened fields of need
to lay in, forgo to breathe
so maybe i am something
maybe i’ll not betide even once
everyone’s busy living and dying
least of all me
by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2020
unbolt me 
trying to find our place in time/life/everything is indeed a vexing whirlpool, sometimes I find it, and other times it finds me, but other times I am mostly lost, that is what I gleaned from this piece.
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David, I think you completely ‘get’ this. That pleases me very much. Thank you for reading!
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‘I sense the feelings of helplessness are strong in this one.’
Like the symbolism of the reeds/breathe. Tony, this is no little accomplishment.
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Thanks so much for your continued support, my friend. It means a great deal to me!
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How many ways I can relate to this beautiful, sad truth
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Sending you much hugs during these unprecedented times, Candice. I hope you are staying safe and well!
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Disarming piece.. would you mind if I shared it on a poetry site of mine? Full credit, etc.. etc.. of course. No pressure though 🙂 Cheers.
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Sir, I would be honoured. Thank you!
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https://grumpysgiftspoetry.org/2020/06/11/the-blacklight-gaze-tony-single-unbolt-me/
Great, thanks 🙂 let me know if anything appears wrong.. I handle all things computer related with chubby thumbs..
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Thank you, my friend. You honour me! 🙏
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I intend to bleed from open hands
That is the line that caught me the most. Often when I read or write poetry myself, such suprise phrases are what move me most.
This is a wonderful piece. 👌
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I think you and I are very much similar in that regard, Kendi. I want to thank you for for your kind support!
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This is quite beautiful.
💙🦋🙏🏼
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Merci! 🙏
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vous êtes les bienvenus. 🙂
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Big sadness here. Like to reverse it and give you some cheer 🙂 🙂 🙂
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Aw, thank you, Crispina. It is gratefully received! 😊
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🙂
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As long as you do what you love all is good. 🙂 And thank you for this deep and honest words. “everyone’s busy” and this is the problem. ❤
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So very true, J. Thanks so much for reading!
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OMG Tony! I love your poetry. I could not take it all in and need to hear it again. You are an incredible poet. Thank you. Sending you lots of love ❤️
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Thank you, Summerhill. I really do appreciate your support!
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Excellent poetry, very well written. Deep thoughtful expressions captured in soulful imagery. Great share!
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That is high praise, Suzette. Thank you so much!
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A pleasure. Cheers
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