dear the wind and the rain,
there once was a wheelbarrow who just wanted to do his job
any man, young or old, would construct such heavy emotions inside of him, as a soul
covers the likeness of who we are
and so, labors of peace and understanding would be fulfilled so much easier; the user could bring sorrow to outspread arms, bring love to an empty heart, bring grief to the graveyard
and lay them down to rest
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while she, the wind falsely advertised in ancient poetry that whispers and dreams could find their place within your ever-moving spine from season to season and never wither away
when really you too could collapse under the strength of a world who always wished and summer skies
and he, the rain guaranteed to evaporate the wettest of tears in the brightest of lightning, depressing onto palms, trying to touch the sky
but when storms returned, so did the empty sobs, resounding in far off thunder
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the wheelbarrow was found
rusted, the emotions blown away
he was off-balance
and the sky was gray,
you both were there
from hope
PS: now, there are doves in the sky
but their wings can break
PPS: you can always find me
In a list
A contest entry
- letter contest for evil tempest's favourites. by chloris.
400 points, ended January 3, 4 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Shoot.
Comments
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this is very interesting...i like it....
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Wonderful
Very creative and so well done. Best of luck in the contest.
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Fantastic write! Very creative. Flows really really well and has vivd imagery! Great job! Bravo!
♥ Kathraina
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Totally going in ze list. <3
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Can't quite make sense of this. Why is the letter to the wind and the rain, but the post postscript addresses the wheelbarrow? At least that is how it reads to me... or do you mean to give the wind and the rain and all who beat and lie etc hope which makes them change?
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Hey!
thanks for the comment
you got it right with the second guess
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i loved it... thank you little ryno.
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i really like this! especially the postscripts. especially the wind and the rain.
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not quite junk.
the PostScript is the best part. what with the doves in the sky...
cryptic, but intriguing--in that good way.
and you've some very profound imagery...
"dear the wind and the rain,"
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the description of the rain...makes me feel it, in so many ways... !
all luck to you in the contest! -
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thanks so much
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