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soul-nomad

faceless we slouch
among the backstreets,
growing husky in twilight

we drop low
with the sun;

kiss me walking
in and out of
shadows- we sling them
over our shoulders
and walk nightbound
in deep shades of grey.

take me up
with your shadow,
carry me inside
your smooth palms,
cupped like a handful
of dust to be blown,

then forget me
when the sun rises
and you creep back into
a warm house
to find your face again.


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  • Randomly Beautiful
    August 27

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    Great images in this piece. I'm not sure about the repitition of again in the last stanza though. Overall, amazing, wonderful poetry.


  • kiwigirljacks gold member
    August 25

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    This whole thing is amazing! I adore the imagery you have in here and the atmosphere you've created with your words!

  • tara wilson gold member
    August 22
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    this is excellent. i love the slinging of shadows over your shoulder, such a freakin' amazing line.


  • brandy.
    August 13

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    faceless we slouch
    among the backstreets,
    growing husky in twilight

    i really like the words you use to describe such as "husky"
    and "nightbound"

    very nice


  • Wesley Storer
    August 13

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    Great!

    Don't you have a backpack to carry your books in? Take care and best wishes always to a very fascinating young lady becomming a poet.


  • charcoal
    August 13

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    the shadows- we sling them
    over our shoulders

    beautiful mood and atmosphere here

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