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Cpat Hair
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0 posted 05-19-2003 03:22 PM       View Profile for Cpat Hair   Email Cpat Hair   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Cpat Hair


The last storm to move through
Was simply too much for the old limb
That had been hanging
Half broken but in cling
Since the ice scales of that
Late winter dragon
Stormed through.

With some sadness
I looped a chain round the end drooping
And tied the other to the back of the old Scout.

Twenty five feet above my head
I noticed a squirrel watching me,
With accusatory eyes it seemed,
That I would be about to rip
The last remaining hold from the tree
Removing one more part of his world.

I shrugged and dropped it in low,
Listened to the sickening crack and tear
As it ripped loose
Then the thud as it hit rain soaked soil.

I wondered at the times I had felt those sounds
Inside myself…
And at the things torn in same not so gentle fashion
From my heart

With watering eyes
I drove slowly
Knowing once things bear too much weight
That is not their own
They break
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Janet Marie
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I shrugged and dropped it in low,
Listened to the sickening crack and tear
As it ripped loose
Then the thud as it hit rain soaked soil.

I wondered at the times I had felt those sounds
Inside myself…

And at the things torn in same not so gentle fashion
From my heart

With watering eyes
I drove slowly
Knowing once things bear too much weight
That is not their own
They break

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dang you....I walk all the way over here to read ya and ya make me cry?
Poet deVine
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2 posted 05-19-2003 09:02 PM       View Profile for Poet deVine   Email Poet deVine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Poet deVine

Ah..but sir how much better for all of us if we could cart away the broken parts of ourselves and toss them away. Too many times we cling to those old branches only to find that they crash down on their own and cause more destruction.

Enjoyed this slice of life - and I hope the squirrel found a new home.
Duncan
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3 posted 05-19-2003 10:33 PM       View Profile for Duncan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Duncan

'Listened to the sickening crack and tear
As it ripped loose
Then the thud as it hit rain soaked soil.'

Think maybe if I mowed the grass, I'd find this kind of inspiration?  Nah, probably not.  I'll just have a beer and watch from the porch instead!  
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4 posted 05-20-2003 11:45 AM       View Profile for Local Parasite   Email Local Parasite   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Local Parasite's Home Page   View IP for Local Parasite

Oh yeah... I really like this one, Ron.  This is the kind of subject matter that I really like to see in poetry, this kind of allegory, I really like...

I think it would be more powerful without the second last stanza... I think it reveals too much about the meaning.  That's just my opinion though.  Love your description of the scene, the string of events... a real treat for the imagination.

Lovely work...

Parasite

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~Percy Bysshe Shelley

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5 posted 05-20-2003 12:28 PM       View Profile for Sven   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Sven

I've already tied mine up. . .

great work here Sir. . .

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