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- Shadow_On_The_Bridge_by_ReticentRapture.jpg at deviantart.com
i shall let the wind die
before i step to the edge
take the next breath
learn to fly
i shall let the wind die
before i do
Tuesday Title
Create a poem from this line I Shall Let the Wind.
Month: October 2008
gossip
gossip and filth spewed from their faces
making them look as though there were traces
of a shotgun blast to the head.
their words made no less vial
for being just words, task to trial
their next victim fell withered and dead
bitter swords they wielded
around their ice as they fielded
another cocktail of bitter poison they drank
a little gossip, so harmless and ultimately sad
to postulate vomit from the mouth of this cad
although words, no less words, they stank
written for Readwritepoem image #1
bossio retrospective of a myth
don’t go, autumn
don’t go
autumn
don’t take the winter
made warm by her touch
don’t take the spring
that haunts me still
don’t take the summer
that burned
don’t take the fall
i was healing in
trees bare and haunting
cold, so cold here
don’t go
autumn
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a writing assignment from http://readwritepoem.org/2008/10/13/read-write-word-1/
also read write prompt #49: mission, echolalia
Empty Garden 