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what I cannot understand

 

 

 

I ran in the vanishing vermilion,
doggedly through stalk and cane.

American and overseas as youth,
that I dared myself to look back.


not for the next breath.
and not in wondering.

and as I would suspect,

what I only thought I'd seen~

of an ancient people,
ancient land.

what pursues my fears
of them.

and it was as if a calm I had
never felt before pushed

itself into me as if
I were just born. now.

that if I were to look back
again~

I'd see
it was only me

chasing
me.


what I cannot understand.  

 

 

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  • luna-midnight gold member
    July 10, 2008

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    oohhh, this is quite lovely, it makes the reader think which is good, and all goes together nicely
    you are a lovely writter
    good luck and take care
    stephanie

    • wendymolly
      July 10, 2008
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      ty!!! your too awesome!!! I try, I may be finally coming out of a funk I've been in for awhile.
      writer's funk can really suck sometimes!!!!!
      ~piTHYAmploMB.

  • Aisades
    July 10, 2008
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    impeccable last 4 verses. Epic.

    • wendymolly
      July 10, 2008
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      wow, I'm very honored you enjoyed!!!
      Hope you don't mind me adding you as a fave. I'll visit as often as I can. take care,
      pithyAplomB.


  • arafura gold member
    July 6, 2008
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    Very wise words... should we look back or not? Excellent work poet!


  • WindUpEnigma gold member
    July 6, 2008
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    [forgot the clappy guys]


  • WindUpEnigma gold member
    July 6, 2008
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    Beautiful. And true; an interesting twist on being your own worst enemy.
    "and it was as if a calm I had
    never felt before pushed

    itself into me as if
    I were just born. now."
    --realizing that we've been fighting against something that's not real is a relief, when we can finally stop.

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