Open Poetry #34 |
We dredged ideas from a strange sea shore |
DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
Playing with words, attitudes, belief but if we dont live, how do we learn. Dave Moon my mother said "was always whitish" Just like a man's backbone she used to say On occasions Red blazened with light was now my moonlight And I dont smoke an ounce of stray Looking at my world was a picture Mother told painters captured them Vivid pictures reigning through the heavens Mother told often about them Leaving the house was difficult 40lb pack on my back Nearest place she said was dangerous With this lot on my back From a heart attack Virtue on a slumped back Mother always packed the pack with rocks Woman always bent she said "was once who didn't come back with socks" Nice to see the new moons again Pack lightly off my back I can see the village needs men And my brain is all they lack |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
You are so right DavePage. Living and learning. Teaching with heavy packs, or not. With age comes wisdom, but our youth gets us to that point. Enjoyed. JL [This message has been edited by JL (01-27-2005 05:42 PM).] |
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Ericc Member Elite
since 2003-01-31
Posts 4178 |
Excellent write Dave. Very provocative. Eric |
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froggy Senior Member
since 2003-06-23
Posts 1893Michigan |
I agree with JL on this piece. :-) Within this heart you'll find love |
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MGROVES
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
wise words here m'friend |
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Snowflake From Hell Senior Member
since 2003-07-10
Posts 777My own little Icey Oblivion |
very wise words indeed does your fire burn? can you hear me? ILL JUST KNOCK THIS WALL RIGHT DOWN |
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