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Tomer
Senior Member

since 2002-06-28

Posts 1168
Michigan

0 posted 2011-03-15 09:45 PM

They were runners until the night said no longer
They ran to where the hills said to stop
But they never seemed to know when to

She was just a year younger than him
Just a little bit wiser
But when they ran
They were two of the same
Drifters with a purpose
A pact tied together by their shoes

A pact of souls that seemed to carry the angst
Of their fallen home
The separation of their parents
Still fresh in the back of their minds

Right after school,
Those laces would knot
And she ran with him until
His eyes would fixate
On the path into the woods

The salvation of nature
Of the open world
With no fights, slammed doors,
Tears from the east hallway
Down to the kitchen

Simply salvation.
Running with his sister
Until their legs were of no use

They were connected
Like the mountains across from their home
Watching each step they made
For they were free
Until they stepped back into their home.

katahdin
Senior Member

since 2010-07-01

Posts 1196
ME. In the Shadow of the Mt.

1 posted 2011-03-15 11:17 PM

Thought provoking! enjoyed!
Kat =^..^=

easy1
Senior Member

since 2010-05-22

Posts 1209
Southeastern USA

2 posted 2011-03-16 02:21 AM

Very well written. I can empathize even though my experience is somewhat different.
And it is good to have such a capable companion, even though there are some haunts and dreams that even close siblings cannot share.

OwlSA
Member Rara Avis

since 2005-11-07

Posts 9347
Durban, South Africa

3 posted 2011-03-16 02:32 AM

Tomer, this is heart-tremblingly beautiful. Your sensitive soul is a safe place for your sister, if this is about you, or for both people if this is not about you and to all people in need if the events and situation of the poem is hypothetical or fictional or generally-inspired.

The solution to all of the world's problems starts with everyone developing the compassionate sensitivity and the depth of study and education that you have whether formal or self-taught. (All the formal education in the world needs a willing, self-educated recipient otherwise it is like water on plastic-sheeting.)

The excellence of your poem matches the excellence of your soul.

Owl

ken206573
Member

since 2008-10-14

Posts 487

4 posted 2011-03-16 06:48 PM

Nice poem and very wonderful that you were both albe to comfort each other.

latearrival
Member Ascendant

since 2003-03-21

Posts 5499
Florida

5 posted 2011-03-16 06:57 PM

Another sad but enouraging poem about poor
parenting, sad but hopeful and well told. latearrivsl

Tomer
Senior Member

since 2002-06-28

Posts 1168
Michigan

6 posted 2011-03-18 10:18 AM

Kat, thanks so much for the kind words.

Cheers

Tomer
Senior Member

since 2002-06-28

Posts 1168
Michigan

7 posted 2011-03-18 10:19 AM

Easy, I'm sad to hear you can somewhat relate but life is not easy, I guess. The fights that we battle, win or lose, they make us stronger. Take care

Cheers

Tomer
Senior Member

since 2002-06-28

Posts 1168
Michigan

8 posted 2011-03-18 10:22 AM

Owl, thanks for the enormously kind words, as always. My soul is not as whole as I'd like it to be. Maybe, one day, though. Take care

Cheers

Tomer
Senior Member

since 2002-06-28

Posts 1168
Michigan

9 posted 2011-03-18 10:23 AM

Late, indeed. But, for some of us, we were fortunate to have a sibling by our side. Take care

Cheers

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