The Wind
January 19th 2007 07:13
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...poetry...
Progress Report on the demise of Thinking...Stand up and take a bow Dunc Fletcher, you and the others who keep choosing the Light Brigade to battle a War. Cricket fans have stones to throw. If you want to win the World Cup, get serious with your selections or bloody well step down. It's time to enlist the Charge of the Talent Brigade...
The Wind
the wind moves through
park trees
shudder at the touch of the faceless rider
bend to his will
sound to each other
in leaf-song and young branch creak
that the rider is upon them
he draws attention to the bones
beneath my flesh
i forget the rider
summon my will
from obscurity
to the top of the descent
leading to a creek
to notice the thistles
have lost their flowers
The Wind
the wind moves through
park trees
shudder at the touch of the faceless rider
bend to his will
sound to each other
in leaf-song and young branch creak
that the rider is upon them
he draws attention to the bones
i forget the rider
summon my will
from obscurity
to the top of the descent
leading to a creek
to notice the thistles
have lost their flowers
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Comment by Nathan P. Mahney
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Comment by theadora
at the boardroom
Ad Magnum Opus
theadora
Comment by Lily
Ars Poetica
glad you threw it to the Orble wind, theadora...
~Lily