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Bladecatcher Junior Member
since 2008-11-25
Posts 15 |
My childhood isn't all blue sky and green grass and lots of sunshine. There was a lot of dust in it- too much entirely. It got everywhere, in everything. Most of it lay on the ground an angry red scab on the earth where nothing cared to grow except the occasional empty booze bottle. Clouds of it had a habit of hanging in the air. It practically rained mud. Sometimes I think that all this dust this blightful soil somewhat spoiled the local disposition. Sometimes I wonder if only the wind picked up a little harder, a little faster and we were rid of all this dust if things would have turned out differently. Then I remembered discomfort is only skin deep but ill-will is as far down as the soul. [This message has been edited by Bladecatcher (01-20-2009 05:58 AM).] |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Now take a deep breath, fill your lungs and then blow the dust off your past, accept it and enjoy this day, which is new and brings new possibilities. You rendered your thoughts well here. Love, Margherita |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
I understand this all too well, Bladecatcher. There was a lot of "dust" in my childhood too but you are so right, you can continue to "dust" up your life or you can move on. Well said. Ida |
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r v wooo Senior Member
since 2007-08-07
Posts 656 |
dust...burning man and riding gravity...all are intriguing poems...enjoy your poetry...hope to see more. |
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