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rot
if i were there
i would tell you
winter is facing up
to its past mistakes
no rain
turned to
damp meadows with
muddied hooves
if you were here
you would say
i've never lived
a discontented season
but you are not shakespeare
and i am not grieving
a death i did not feel
past mistakes find themselves
buried like tall oaks
we can chop them down
but the roots live
rotting where we cannot see them
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Free verse
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Comments
CCfire
Sun, 2011-04-17 05:04
Goo thought
Perhaps 'rot' would be a better thought, thanks for that idea. :)
Chez
"The perfect woman perpetrates literature as she does a small sin: as an experiment, in passing, to see if anybody notices it - and to makes sure that somebody does." - Nietzsche
CCfire
Sun, 2011-04-17 06:47
I was contemplating 'root rot
I was contemplating 'root rot' lol but thought better of it
Chez
"The perfect woman perpetrates literature as she does a small sin: as an experiment, in passing, to see if anybody notices it - and to makes sure that somebody does." - Nietzsche
scribbler
Sun, 2011-04-17 09:24
Hmmmm.............
Ever notice I write Hmmmm.... To make it seem like I'm really thinking lmao. In absence of real thought, the last two lines read as contradiction to me.The roots either are alive or rotting. Maybe change live to remain would be an idea to consider.....................scribbler
CCfire
Mon, 2011-04-18 03:32
Thanks I kind of like it that
Thanks I kind of like it that way too. I hadn't really considered changing that part.
Chez
"The perfect woman perpetrates literature as she does a small sin: as an experiment, in passing, to see if anybody notices it - and to makes sure that somebody does." - Nietzsche