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Chances are... |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Chances are, the skin of a tree is beginning to slowly reveal its roots. Roots so long, sidewalks ring with envy. Chances are, your hands begin to take flight when age carries its wrinkles through your skin. Lines that glide through a river to reach a pine of wisdom. Chances are, your friends beard mascots his face with grey credentials. His beard a mistrial of a life that changed paths once to often. Chances are, that girl with a sandbox full of pearl sand has gotten her hands on a business pamphlet for school. Her eyes wide with a convicted guilty pleasure. You know chances are, a kiss between two sets of eyes lost its feeling when they intertwined. Those chances breed new fortunes. Fortunes we grow into as cats fiercely tug on yards of yarn. Chances are, my chance has yet to come, as my eyes stare past the idol present. [This message has been edited by Tomer (05-07-2003 09:32 PM).] |
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Brad Majors 
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia |
I like the way you did this |
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ljossberir Member
since 2003-05-04
Posts 81Ny, USA |
I love this! The personifications are powerful, and unpredictable. I like the line "sidewalk rings with envy" and also the way wrinkles are described. Personally, I have no idea how to interpret this poem fully, but that to me is the sign of an amazing one. I guess this is about opportunities, and growth. Though I admit, I'm probably wrong. Still, great work. Excellent pattern and rythm! -matt |
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