Pied piper will lead us
to reason, He can't force
me to drink, My ego is too full.
Forest will echo with toady's happy
laughter, forests can't echo with tomorrows
laughter because tomorrows has not been written.
Answers are blowin' in the wind
hanging on cloths lines from cloths pins
answers hung out to dry. Will we grasp
tomorrows meaning, we are still
wet behind the ears.
A contest entry
- Flowers In Her Hair.... by poet2angels.
800 points, ended November 25, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Your Best Three Pre-writes by piccola.
800 points, ended November 27, 2008, 140 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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once again, filled with great imagination and imagry. I can't say I understand it for it is somewhat abstract but thank you for entering
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Great stuff!!!
Profound in its message, thought provoking in its narrative & seamless in its flow...
Starts off self reflect, then a reflection of nature & finally reflecting the naivety of humanity... (At least thats what I got from it)
Yet another fantastic piece, keep up the good work...
Well done!!!
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SO much meaning in few lines...Well done
Thank you for entering!
Lynda
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Answers are blowin' in the wind
hanging on cloths lines from cloths pins
answers hung out to dry. Will we grasp
tomorrows meaning, we are still
wet behind the ears. ...
This Whole Last Verse Caught Me In My Throat ...
Amazing ...
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