Wishing I knew, remembered
the backside of life where
roads were desolate; rural
composure pitched against
smell of wet grass at dawn.
Missing home, plows, clean
living, the farm... I was a
mere child, playing hide-n-
seek in cornfields, with a
yield much taller than me.
Stars came down to dance in
the thick of black nights
where legends roamed headless
on horseback, and there were
never any sidewalks.
A contest entry
- What is your emptiness? by tara wilson.
900 points, ended July 13, 2007, 22 entries
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Comments
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I really like this...the emptiness of not having a harvest...that definite time of year is felt with fondness for me...fairs...I live where you describe, except we have a few sidewalks and 1 traffic light...LOL...I love the last stanza... I really feel a sense of emptiness here, I like the reminiscent quality/mood to this and the imagery...thank you for this entry
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