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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
The last storm to move through Was simply too much for the old limb That had been hanging Half broken but in cling Since the ice scales of that Late winter dragon Stormed through. With some sadness I looped a chain round the end drooping And tied the other to the back of the old Scout. Twenty five feet above my head I noticed a squirrel watching me, With accusatory eyes it seemed, That I would be about to rip The last remaining hold from the tree Removing one more part of his world. I shrugged and dropped it in low, Listened to the sickening crack and tear As it ripped loose Then the thud as it hit rain soaked soil. I wondered at the times I had felt those sounds Inside myself… And at the things torn in same not so gentle fashion From my heart With watering eyes I drove slowly Knowing once things bear too much weight That is not their own They break |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
I shrugged and dropped it in low, Listened to the sickening crack and tear As it ripped loose Then the thud as it hit rain soaked soil. I wondered at the times I had felt those sounds Inside myself… And at the things torn in same not so gentle fashion From my heart With watering eyes I drove slowly Knowing once things bear too much weight That is not their own They break ========================================= dang you....I walk all the way over here to read ya and ya make me cry?   |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Ah..but sir how much better for all of us if we could cart away the broken parts of ourselves and toss them away. Too many times we cling to those old branches only to find that they crash down on their own and cause more destruction. Enjoyed this slice of life - and I hope the squirrel found a new home. |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
'Listened to the sickening crack and tear As it ripped loose Then the thud as it hit rain soaked soil.' Think maybe if I mowed the grass, I'd find this kind of inspiration? Nah, probably not. I'll just have a beer and watch from the porch instead!  |
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Local Parasite
since 2001-11-05
Posts 2527Transylconia, Winnipeg |
Oh yeah... I really like this one, Ron. This is the kind of subject matter that I really like to see in poetry, this kind of allegory, I really like... I think it would be more powerful without the second last stanza... I think it reveals too much about the meaning. That's just my opinion though. Love your description of the scene, the string of events... a real treat for the imagination. Lovely work...  Parasite Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world. |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
I've already tied mine up. . . great work here Sir. . . ------------------------------------------------------------------ To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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