Open Poetry #50 |
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October thoughts |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
Like banefire on a hillside these latter days, I flicker between memory and wish. Lost, it seems, to all my after dreams. Strawberries yield to apples, but cider's not my drink. I wonder why I bothered to climb this pile of rocks; why I thought the clatter worth the drop. |
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augustsky Senior Member Posts 828 midwest US |
I Like your writing Pilgrimage, it's unique & strikes a chord. Sky~ Autumn.. |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Whether it be cider or the drop, it's the thrill one gets - inside. enjoyed j. |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
Thanks, Sky and j, for looking at this one and commenting. j, you're right, it's the thrill that matters. |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Wow...you convey an amazing image with very few words. Very powerful ending. Takes apathy to whole new level. |
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