The fair-weather stranger
unable to sit still in a room
moves outdoors
where the grand landscape
becomes his comfortable castle
and the shadows fall behind
Author notes
25 words
A contest entry
- 25 words by Melissa Gayle.
400 points, ended January 24, 2009, 20 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I'll venture that the fair-weather stanger does not have any indepth relationships, but maybe I read too much into the poem.
I, see it as that emotional wanderlust, that butterfly wishing to flit along to a new flower, why don't I just say it in Yemish language, "I see it as some jerk moving on to a new woman." There, it's always better to be direct, lol
And yes, I know, it can mean more things or off-shoots of the same.
But I hate when those shadows fall...darkness sucks, so to speak.
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I really like this.
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Sigh worthy indeed. The world is our oyster, yet we are still inside playing on our computers
Lovely work here. Best to you in the contest
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