Open Poetry #35 |
Rachel |
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since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
Rachel had always raised her head when no-one was looking She dreamed of a life without stalking Head always down backside tucked in Head cut short Crawl don’t begin Rachel dreamed of wheat loaf forming a house for herself Minute in her size fitting into her house Next door neighbour probably a mouse Who snuffle whiskers around her windows Tadpole always wanted too much And sticky Was his touch Her own door bright red And soft Her own bed Of clean Where her dream Would seek other dreams But Rachel never will be seen For she exists in our own dreams Of whatever sex or creed Race or dominance Of belief She will just be a dream Calling to wisdom Sight unseen |
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MGROVES
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
wow! really liked the way this was written and the thoughts it expressed~ My spirit will rise |
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since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
Thanks Marsha Dave |
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