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Bodger Senior Member
since 2005-06-12
Posts 1260Tolerance for a short time |
We are transient We understand to take flows To take nothing more We never ask For the temptation Absorbing Because we Do So And like a magic (It is maybe in the Genes (now how did prouncouce this Perhaps In a world where we live and care and not use) I talked to my mother one night about trips And a river that flowed in symbol across a carpet We talked about the forests and the live that would stretch We talked about what would be achieved The river we knew We have always known and enjoyed the flakes of snow The walk under dreams to be held To be at what we felt was right Maybe I will get my head around tiger woman, stomach woman, the characters I invented "Prilloch, Midnight Blue, The Boy, Parky" The all form something And like a lot of people who post here pain of various areas especially as a "talented person", being used. Bodger |
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Ericc Member Elite
since 2003-01-31
Posts 4178 |
Very creative language and expression. Wonderful write! Eric |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Bodger~ While I might not understand your closing line, I did greatly like this part - 'I talked to my mother one night about trips And a river that flowed in symbol across a carpet We talked about the forests and the live that would stretch We talked about what would be achieved The river we knew' *Huglets*  ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
sometimes you leave me speechless Bodger |
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Bodger Senior Member
since 2005-06-12
Posts 1260Tolerance for a short time |
And sometimes I should learn to stop writing but I let it flow and I end up wondering because it flew and as I write it is still that immense weight on my back to write what I know I should write but maybe when I am finally penniless and there is nothing else, I will write and maybe that is the river on the carpet and there is no-way over. My mother and I talked about it 1998 I thin. She knew she had "Als" and she asked me whether she would be able to travel and see. Bodger |
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