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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan 
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. First snow On the ground Under a pale gray sky On Thanksgiving morning I was washing clothes . . . From quiet rooms I notice a dog That is barking outside So obviously Unhappy It has no key And knowing the difference I can’t help but smile . |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice writing...I have dogs on each side of me that in nervous times bark at cockroaches, passing noises and the wind... they have vivid imaginations...fueled by the insecurities of their masters...James |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
I saw it, exactly You really have a talent in imagery ARCTIC WIND |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
There's more here than what you say. Washing clothes, quiet rooms, so that you hear the dog outside--no crowds of relatives, no steamy kitchen. And the dog doesn't understand, but why would he? This is a supremely lonely poem. Well done. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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TomMark Member Elite
since 2007-07-27
Posts 2133LA,CA |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
Thank you all I've been down in Florida for the last four days, (don't have or want a laptop) Nan, I would say "alone" not "lonely". Thanks all again, John |
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