Open Poetry #24 |
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The Ebb And Flow |
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WhiteRose Member Elite
since 2002-07-23
Posts 3208somebody's dungeon ![]() |
Sometimes I feel the ebb and flow of daily life washing over me, so slightly. A gentle brush of reality. A soft touch of fate, destiny if you will, a caress, while still, unmoving, allowing the cascade to cover me. Enclose me in pictures of today tomorrow, and yesterday, and I am left with small pieces of memory. Vivid, yet twisted, unable to be grasped, sorted, or even recorded. Just fragments, that sting in remembrance. WhiteRose 1/19/03 [This message has been edited by WhiteRose (01-21-2003 11:48 PM).] |
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ShadowRider Senior Member
since 2001-07-14
Posts 1038USA |
china fragile are Those Days best kept safely, watched over but not used Lovely work, Anne....just lufly! JkF |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
There’s a place that was on Top Sail Island, T’was a pillar of concrete placed by man, Could have been for a bridge or peer But no other pillars of like were near. I walked the sand to where it stood Climbed up because the perch was good I watched the intercoastal waterway For all the morning and most the day. The water surrounded me at high tide As I watched sail boats do their wind ride And when the tide finally receded Climbed down and slowly retreated. Gloom |
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winston Member
since 2002-12-19
Posts 204NW of Eden |
There is something of the cascading quality in the poem itself. Thanks. It's amazing I won. I was running against peace, prosperity, & incumbency. |
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