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Tempest Lost
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Tempest Lost |
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Katerie Member
since 2006-01-27
Posts 92Central New York |
Failing to produce the expected, Another day goes by unsaid. Formatted with columns, Words aligned as if manipulated, By the hands of a perfectionist, Headlines in bold, unforgettable type; The hours cease to slow, And succeed one another unstopably, Balanced precariously on the newstand, Which is in dire need of another coat of thick, Nondescript paint. A storm blows through, Carrying with it the weightlessness, Of the cheaply made periodicals, Dollars lost, Even the color print following, Their greyscale counterparts, And depositing them not far from the salesman, Who sits on the curb, Head propped weakly upon his scarred, And callused hands; Anticipating with dread, His unwanted tomorrow. [edited for the addtion of two words] Like a ship blown from it's mooringby a wind off the sea- I have been changed for good. [This message has been edited by Katerie (02-01-2006 04:35 PM).] |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Kate, thanks for another fine write! I enjoy your close up lens approach, how you bring the reader right into the scene. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Amazing imagery..extremely well written and very much enjoyed. Hugs~Nancy In the midst of winter, |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
You do an excellent job Kate. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
What incredible vision you have... your work is a treat to read! |
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D.Lester Young Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1219Austin, Tx |
Nice touch to your poetry, enjoyed. |
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