Open Poetry #31 |
The Strategist |
Kellie_Cantrell Senior Member
since 2002-05-22
Posts 1667New York |
The cautionary lamenting of a brutally ruined harvest, sings desperately from the wind of the piccolo. The flashy, lightning urge exploding the rattles raspy voice. In the cold, damp mind of the strategist. The grandest grains obedient, in salty foreclosure. A rusted rain filled brimming cannister, majestically, lost deeply, in the sheepish depths of the stratestist' oldest memories. Love, |
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McLean Member
since 2004-01-05
Posts 484state of marital bliss |
in salty foreclosure. A rusted rain filled brimming cannister, These are so vivid, dear...excellent job! McLean |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
(sigh) Oh Kellie, this is wonderful, sweet friend, it is great to see you again as your poetry keeps moving leaps and bounds, yay, God Bless You, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Kellie, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "You'll find something that's enough to keep you |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Insight beyond your years...truly your art is in its season my friend. TD |
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Kellie_Cantrell Senior Member
since 2002-05-22
Posts 1667New York |
Noah- Thank You. I appreciate your thoughfulness. McLean- Thank You. I was trying to portray the strategist. This Diamond- Your comments are so kind. In this poem I was trying to portray the Strategist as a Farmer whose crops didn't do so well this harvest as a reflection on how his past wasn't up to par either. As he looked back on his life, and then forward.. all he saw was salty foreclosure. Love, |
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Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
nice effort, does not hurt to extend oneself. enjoyed. |
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