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Robert F. Pease New Member
since 2008-02-26
Posts 3 |
It's mostly on a lonely edge she lives. She talks to grasses in the dunes on briny afternoons when seawrack lies in heaps along the beach. "You have no place to go," she says. "You make no choices. Are you glad?" A breeze comes off the water is lifted up the rise, the beach grass leans; some whispered answer's there, she knows. "You are a multitude," she says. Fine hair slips past her lips. She shakes her head, turns to the wind, looks down again. Each blade has made an almost perfect circle at its base as bowing, bent and trailing, the breeze has driven it around uncounted times. "Oh Compass Grass," she says, "how do you lie? You point which way?" She knows, though, that this compass isn't one that tells direction. It's only there (like her?) to leave a circle in the sand. |
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LadyTom Member
since 2008-02-29
Posts 353LA, CA |
very, very fine poem. Beautiful!!! And thank you for sharing. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Mr. Pease, this pleases me. You gave the woman up to us and the imagery is beautiful. Thank you. |
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Roniece Dawson-Bruce Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689Sydney, Australia |
oh my lovely gifting here ... love RDB Be kind at heart....for everyone you meet has their own battle to fight......... |
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effjayel Senior Member
since 2007-09-30
Posts 1474At the Crossroads of Infinity |
We have sand dunes like that not far from me, it is a nice place to find solitude & get away from it all. Nice writing & welcome to Passions... |
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