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Fri 4 Jun, 2004 06:00 pm
A way to lift and separate
But still perpetuate
The dirt of earth that's known
To be the loam
Of life.
Underneath the soil
There lies the toil
Of the smallest of all
Creatures with features
Of man.
And as we wash the token,
Refuse to be broken,
We break
For our own sake.
The stakes are high
But someone will win
Again
And again
And again
If we choose to lose
We have really won
With just one walk in the sun.
I like it Letty, especially the ending.
Can you tell me what it's about? I couldn't figure it out
Letty you are always so good with words.
Good morning, stuh, and welcome to A2K. Instinctual drift is the built in part of us--the part that refuses to be "trained". The rest of the poem is just honoring those instincts and recognizing that among all living things, there are losers and winners, but we all have our moments in the sun, if we choose to see it.
colorbook, Thank you, my friend. I guess a life time of playing around with the language has its advantages.
I loved it, Letty; you mix music with meaning so well.
Ah, drom. I am always delighted to get your positive feedback.
After looking at JLNobody's paintings and hearing his explanation, I find that all arts come under one giant canopy.
and in the end the angels came from
the heavens
to affirm
that the tragedy was man
and the hero the conqueror worm
(or something like that)
LOL, Gus. I have decided that you are rising to the top of the Brat Brigade, just as the rich cream rises to the top and leaves the blue john
(or something like that)
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