Open Poetry #26 |
An Oppressive, Good, Day |
j0n4th4n Member
since 2003-03-11
Posts 94 |
Walking with a freind one day, around a place populated with sand and hills, gorse and a river, we climbed up an almost mountainside, slipping on its dunelike surface, heading for the castle. And at the top, we rested, and I looked down to the winding river, like a slippery slow tail, and looked up from it, towards the high sky. I said, 'If I could fly, I wouldn't! I mean, if I could, I'd stay hovering three feet off the ground...' He laughed, and agreed, I think. The sun was so hazy, the day felt oppressive like sundays are. The impression was of the whole world being in a box, enclosed. Earlier I had been shouting, my voice was hoarse; We had been cut off from the rest of the group, Seen them from a distance... I had shouted 'I love you, Kana!!', I thought she was with them. [This message has been edited by j0n4th4n (04-27-2003 09:36 AM).] |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
An interesting snapshot. It seems as if there is much more to this story you haven't yet revealed... |
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Justbleu Member Elite
since 1999-08-31
Posts 3329Oregon, Originally From Alaska :) |
A unique write.....I'm with Midnight!!! There semms to be more!!!! Bridgette "Somewhere, somehow, it should be possible to touch someone and never let go again. To hold someone, not for a moment but forever." Unknown |
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A2J Junior Member
since 2002-11-22
Posts 43South Africa |
enjoyed |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Interesting...James |
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