Open Poetry #38 |
tossing sticks (thanks mute) |
Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
tossing sticks and stones, counting pebbles as they land, each one a heartbeat, stoned sticks of stark reality mark passages of time; so many lives measured in start-to-finish lines, a beginning, an ending; some sticks are longer, carry more weighted memories, yet still they sink to the depths and on the surface a leaf floats, hoping to make the trip all the way downstream bobbing along, serendipitously without getting snagged by the stick arms sticking out, begging for another moment of freedom and here I sit, the edges of this babbling brook lapping and laughing at me, telling me to stop seeing it as the Styx thanks mute, for the inspire setting free one caught in the watery dungeon known as my journal of not-posted-yets /pip/Forum95/HTML/001447.html |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
i saw a yellow leaf today tanning itself under the sun turning brown on its way to harvesttime without a thought it just goes if only we could be leaves on the brook |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
oh, I do like your reply, lady! |
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Kielo Senior Member
since 2002-02-11
Posts 1109 |
I really like this. I do this far too often, make monsters out of shadows, and let little things like sticks in a stream be metaphors for awful things in my life. My saving grace is that I've learned to laugh at myself. Thank you Adam If you would be known, and not know, vegetate in a village; If you would know, and not be known, live in a city. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Adam, what a nice reply. Thanks for the visit, and hope to see something from your muse soon. |
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themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland |
you flatter me midnight as much as i hope i flatter you sometimes I am the two-toed wanderer |
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