my fingers still walk paths
across miles
through seeded words
now overgrown
under arrow to apple skies
through weeds,
muddy grounds,
and quick sand
with verbs half-chewed,
half-stuck
all grown up
in willow sway
splayed like a puddle of adjectives
with a lump caught
in the throat of my beat.
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Wonderfully crafted.
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I love the image u were able to capture. The suttle pictures really made this stick out
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i like the symbolism of apple trees in literature like this. usually it's about something like weakness or original sin, but i like it because i used to climb apple trees as a child and steal the birds nests for my secret collection. i know it's only one reference in your fulsome poem, but it sticks in the throat of my beat. my path goes under the apple tree. thanks for the rich verse. -fish
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i seldom 'write' on paper. i'm more inspired sitting at a keyboard so i guess all my word documents could be considered old and yellowed
i come up with good lines or phrases but can't pull a full poem together so they get saved 
really liked this
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"splayed like a puddle of adjectives
with a lump caught
in the throat of my beat."
this is excellent & creative..very unique lines...and the title is strong..nice to read you again, Beth
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I relate...I have notebooks full of half written poems, thoughts, odds and ends. I go through them from time to time. Sometimes I find little gems, but most of the time they just sit, unfinished.
Glad to see you posting something new I hope everything's good with you
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