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The Well |
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TinaTrivett Senior Member
since 2006-07-15
Posts 569
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 Look down into the well, black water still Our reflections own us and we them An oil portrait in gray and heather I see you laughing, beer in your whiskers Cigarette dangling from your stained fingers Explain to me the meaning of life, your life How you stayed cold and indifferent amidst a sea of children and laughter How you never came out to play |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
This line alone says a thousand words ... ------------------------------------------ Our reflections own us and we them ------------------------------------------ Very much enjoyed and it speaks of honest questioning that feels as if there is a very personal attachment to it. Well done. |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Tina, Your poetry always touches something inside me. You write with honesty and tell a powerful story. Alison |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
This poem speaks a lot and loudly...Thank you for the good write. yann |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
This is wonderful, Tina. It tells the story of a lifetime in a few sentences. Your poetry is always so real. Ida |
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TinaTrivett Senior Member
since 2006-07-15
Posts 569 |
Thanks all so much.  |
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WTBAKELAR
since 2008-09-09
Posts 1089Utah, USA |
Bitter memories, broken hearts, sad and lonely man misses the joys of life. Made my eyes get all misty. to close to home. |
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