Open Poetry #48 |
Once Upon a Wednesday Evening |
Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
I spied them there upon the ground, Making not a wisp of sound, I ask of them, "Cannot you speak? "Of what it is that you do seek?" No reply from them forthcoming, To me it seemed quite unbecoming, It was as if they did not care, That I was talking with them there, Then came a breeze and they all scattered, As if I never really mattered. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Yeah, Tim, there are those who leave with the wind, maybe you approached them wrong. Or maybe it was just time for them to leaf. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
I really liked this Tim. I think it reminds me a bit of myself, always be the odd man out and having the circle scatter each time I aprroach it. Intriguing words. Michael |
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Startime1955 Senior Member
since 2012-04-22
Posts 1072Alberta, Canada |
Been there...know just what you are feeling...well put... *may our dreams ever be magical* |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Good! |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
I guess 'Gone with the Wind' was taken as a title? Whatever you encountered was awed in your presence and left to regroup I'm sure! Lovely poem.. |
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