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Wanderer
Contributed by
neveryours
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Monday, 22nd November 2004 @ 01:51:27 PM in AEST
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Behind me is my past catching up
Once in a while I feel the burn
The inevitable warmth
That says Ive been in here too long.
Easy to accept
Another embrace
Love from strange places
Sticky and warm
Arm to arm Ive flown
Through rainforests
And desert sand
Holding on just enough
Until this new longing
Opens wide to save me
Leap from she to she
To she
When we meet again,
As all round and warm things do
(Since there is no beginning and no end)
When we meet again
Remember that I had to leave
Because staying was yesterday
And behind me is my past,
Catching up.
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Re: Wanderer
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 27th November 2004 @ 10:13:38 AM AEST
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"When we meet again,
As all round and warm things do
(Since there is no beginning and no end)"
You sidestepped me there. I can't find the correlation, or work out what could be ascribed in your poem to being 'warm and round'. I may be missing it, but its not apparent.
Aside from this though, you poem does have the stamp of originality behind it, being worth the time I invested interpreting it -
"Love from strange places
Sticky and warm"
I like that.
Keep writing. |
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