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Sunday 25 August 2013

Poem: Passing place

photo by Steven Kelly



we run and we hide
then we complain when nobody finds us
for who we really are –
how we contradict ourselves
when making the sweet escape
there are roads we built
through the harsh lands
one-way lines with a promise
of sunshine ahead
and there in between
are passing places –
paths we do not see,
until something stops us
something inside shreds our armour
we're all soldiers here
creating ghost towns
out of people we meet
without a guarantee of a safe crossing
we're in this together
now comfortable in our own silences
we walk towards life
or is it walking towards us?
it keeps breaking
like a blade of grass
in the winter frost
let us howl like the wolves
and follow those paths
before too long we'll be scratching through dirt
to find them
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Another visual prompt by Magpie Tales - Mag 183.

11 comments:

  1. Your opening line really drew me in...nice write...

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  2. Inventive and quick-witted. Good work.

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  3. well done and thanks for sharing your words

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  4. I enjoyed your words- but would have enjoyed them more in lines closer together!

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    1. when I pasted it it looked close together, but somewhere something went wrong. thank you :)

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  5. I feel like I'm buried alive in your poetry.

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  6. "creating ghost towns out of people we meet"....I love that line...this is beautiful! :-)

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  7. Very well done, Nataša! Followed.

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  8. Well done, I like the messages within your write. It's much better I feel to walk towards life & explore those hidden paths. Wonderful work!

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