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When a wind swept the handkerchief...
Insecure fear encapsulated the soul of my thought
As I swallowed another let go and let… something
Always happens to replace the good friend sort
The wind swept the face like an apparition taught
A man how to seek his emotional right wing
Repetitious blood thwart to the beat he’d sing
This song came from a poem. Lo and behold
As he read what was thought and taught
They understood yet, the word wise rolled
The tongue combed the back of the throat
On each and every swallow: senses fell
In this abyss like a boat to hell’s tunnel.
Nibble hearts strengthened his pace
The beat of this soul fell into place
That reality stole from earth’s race.
Faltered friends fallen into work
Sure of unnoticed opportunity,
Supported, by a buttoned shirt.
The shirt button hurt as much
As the job of a tailor, Such
The fruits of it’s pattern.
Apparatif.
All Goodbyes were robbed of speech.
A contest entry
- The Cowboy Rides Away by PureCountry.
775 points, ended October 1, 2007, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Robert Bridge
Comments
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Uniquely Different
I have had to ponder this one for awhile. While coming back to view it several times, finally i was able to clear my mind and concentrate. When I did i was able to put it in the right context. I am glad I did, for then it spoke deeply to me.
I appreciate your effort, and investment of time and energy for the contest. thanks for sharing it and Good Luck in the Contest.
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Good Luck
Pure County in the rest of your endevours. Thanks for the context thing this has been something noticed in which my poetry can faulter, especially within this poem, I know anything is possible within poetry, but if it conflicts in time or pace then it needs to be brushed up upon. Thanks!
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