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The Running
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The Running |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
And like a ditch, Like its risen flakes That tither snow Like a fathers stitch With his child bearing On his knees. Its my eyes, My feat, My running with The wolves, The chatter of their claws Through the eyes of the wind, The expression of a man, With a glove that bends It’s roots around my finger That peels the silver ring My mother gave me when I was young. A ring that stares from below my neck, Around and round, Above the lips of my skin. |
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Angel4aKing Senior Member
since 2006-09-27
Posts 1372USA |
a switch in the snow is enough reason for running....how far did you get??? ~~~kingsangel~~~ |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Outstanding write. I especially liked this: ..."The expression of a man, With a glove that bends It’s roots around my finger That peels the silver ring My mother gave me when I was young."... Brilliant expression |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
OUTSTANDING IS RIGHT ARCTIC WIND |
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TomMark Member Elite
since 2007-07-27
Posts 2133LA,CA |
"A ring that stares from below my neck, Around and round, Above the lips of my skin." Although I may not fully get this but you used a lot of times of the word of "stare" as if there were an eye outside of you but seeing things for you. Beautiful poems. And quite deep for me to touch the bottom. Tom |
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