Lost;
like a wagon wheel,
long forgotten,
resting on edge,
watching Winter's
silence invade.
Found;
like the first
sign of springtime,
hopeful head,
through thawing grave.
Be a lost wheel
awaiting the frostbite,
or be a bright flower
ready to bud.
Engulf yourself with
anger and hatred.
Or surround yourself,
with peace and love.
Author notes
Both the poem, and picture, inspired this write.
A contest entry
- BEAUTIFUL life changing, powerful and thought provoking. by SeptemberFaith.
450 points, ended December 23, 2007, 16 entries
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Comments
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"resting on edge"... I think this line might be missing a word, it seems unfinished.
I like this. =)
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