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Submitted by docmaverick on 15 September 2007 - 2:04am.
Style / Type:
Western Classic
One step starts a journey
I’ve been traveling a while,
I have no transportation
so walking’s my style;
we all have expectations
I’m no different in that regard,
but I made no plans for loneliness
and that grade has been so hard.
I planned not for the seasons
much to my chagrine,
and sometimes it gets real cold
on the outside, looking in.
I did not chart a course
so many times I have been lost,
losing loved ones and posessions
I factored not, into the cost.
It’s been nice to sit and rest, awhile
but I must be moving on,
I must find my destination
before the roads are gone.
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?
