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Christina Myers Member
since 1999-06-21
Posts 159 |
in my mind the world is pink tinted in the glow of sunset cars pulling home dogs being fed suburbia beckons to the faint of heart and they crumble; without a fight. Your voice reminds me of things I've never wanted it makes the impossible seem real the mundane beautiful now I wish for the sunset to be ours and the dog to scratch at the backdoor waiting to be let out so she can meet your car in the drive as I take out the trash- so that we both can say "welcome home" |
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) |
I love this poem "the mundane beautiful" a good welcome home is all I need sometimes. I want to comment on your free verse.. you do it well imagery is strong and words meaningful that they carry the weight without the need of rhyme.. thank you for sharing |
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