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Howling
Howling. Crowding.
Blowing hard until
The passage clears
and rivers kill.
But, what first time?
I'm seasoned.
I forge ahead though scathed.
My life too short to cave, to fail, not face up brave.
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Comment by: lucy - 2007-11-12 06:21
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| Amen to that. Terrific. |
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Great poem, Julianna. "But, what first time?" I love that line. Perfect to complement the rest of the poem.
Gerry |
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Yay for economical poems, had enough of forging through long rambles.
Very well written, nice tone and flow.
"Blowing hard until
The passage clears and rivers kill." Great line, it has a real force behind it, passionate.
But somehow I feel "Your" would better in the opening lines rather than "You" I don't know if this would disuade from the message you're trying to portray but it's just a though, :) Great work. |
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