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let's cross over
Contributed by
ming
on
Monday, 11th July 2016 @ 09:53:21 PM in AEST
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Appalachain secret/'/s
written in the palm lines
the trees hum
the cat pad pad pads
a figure 8 round ankles
and yester-years yoked
to my sorrowful heart
where I hide my eyes
from past to here
widows dark
city crowded
with 317,419
shades of grey
years swollen
with the tick-down
slow-tap
moonwalk
and old ink
left over dreams
is omens
is visions
is smoke
is there
is end.
Copyright ©
ming
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2016-07-11 21:53:21]
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Re: let's cross over
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by wheels on
Tuesday, 12th July 2016 @ 06:46:15 AM AEST
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| Nice. Good flow of imagery into a solemn anticlimax (if I am using the term correctly). |
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Re: let's cross over
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by Invierno on
Wednesday, 13th July 2016 @ 08:23:07 AM AEST
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evocative....grabs me by the guts even four reads later.
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Re: let's cross over
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 17th July 2016 @ 01:02:51 AM AEST
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we should you know
walk a bit along the side
of the mountain to understand
just a little about how the sunlight hits the trees
sincerity aside all of it aside
aside adjacent loom of wool
eating grass
a lot of grass aside from that
rippling through dog barking
wolves wondering in the flat
mammoths giant ones
giant wholly ones, aside from that
past whole mountain rock
blasted up from down deep in the core
this lava thing, this cataclysmic
smokey thing
next to this other thing
that seemingly has no record
as though it is completely lost
almost as though it always was
It has a history they lost
Margaret Mead
great poem mg
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