Open Poetry #51 |
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wordwizard Member
since 2003-09-08
Posts 483on the way to next world |
Quite a marvel for the time admired for a new run fit for special events rare likable breeds sprout between seasons roll along cart trail ruts dust unfolds becoming a better breed. unknowingly... what would one become with quirky deeds in hand a hand of spades commands the house full of cards on a dusty windswept routes yet marvels age and what becomes you once musings saunter off that you've turned a page transformed tap drips in another room always that other room of a quirky home space a rhythmic touch on window panes waits forever to be answered. The invention was quite a marvel in its day... stirrings of the old giving in to the new that aged too better spirits between seasons. [This message has been edited by wordwizard (03-27-2021 11:52 AM).] |
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augustsky Senior Member Posts 828 midwest US |
WW,I found this so intriguing.. thought of the model T, then how the piece connects with one personally.. Can't explain it very well at the moment, but I Liked it! Sky~ ~Do You Know That Feeling |
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Paul Wilson
since 2002-07-07
Posts 4711United States |
Word Wizard...Not sure what you were writing about, but liked the way it was written and the challenge of how to take this poem. Enjoyed ...Paul ~~To share my poems with you is to share my heart with you~~ |
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wordwizard Member
since 2003-09-08
Posts 483on the way to next world |
It might be taken as a reference to the horseless carriage, a new invention back in the day...any wheeled contraption real or imagined or just a musing on what becomes of something we create. |
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wordwizard Member
since 2003-09-08
Posts 483on the way to next world |
It might be taken as a reference to the horseless carriage, a new invention back in the day...any wheeled contraption real or imagined or just a musing on what becomes of something we create. |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Change is part of life. When one stagnates or becomes unwilling to adapt to changes in life itself, they either are worshiped for their rare but still cherished demeanor, the classic, or fade into obscurity. |
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