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in the needle's eye
The ebbing life of leaves--
my long ago heart
like a dream catcher hanging on
I cannot persuade you,
bear no gifts of consolation
or reconciliation,
just lonely poems, meeting
clay feet on mother earth
rosemary and lavender hint at our passing
the scent of us
leaving nothing behind,
the forest grows wild again
like a vacant stare.
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Comments
weirdelf
Wed, 2011-08-31 13:47
Oh yes!
But have I ever mentioned that I have a problem with self-referential poetry, and even worse poems about poems?
cheers,
Jess
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Kailashana2
Wed, 2011-08-31 13:54
Why Jess, not that I recall.
Why Jess, not that I recall. Is this where I say Rumpelstiltskincc real fast 3 times?
Smile.
~A
author commentweirdelf
Wed, 2011-08-31 14:00
Not a problem,
just a preference.
I like poetry to be for all.
That is why I have disliked Loved's poetry till recently. It's all been about him/herself and Neopoet.
cheers,
Jess
A new workshop on the most important element of poetry-
'Rhythm and Meter in Poetry'
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Lenny of Cohen
Wed, 2011-08-31 20:28
Stoned
and moved by these wonderful words.
L
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