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Searching Blankets of clouds forming an ocean; covering the earth Now entering gray, not having a visual seeing neither land, sky nor water A clearing is found trees parse the tops of peaks; homes dot the hillsides Roads winding and etching the land; each reaching for a different direction Mountain ranges carved and smoothed; a tapestry for the plains Flat lands green next to brown; creating a patchwork quilt Each venue represents life within showing turbulence and calm. Was it life itself having eye-to-eye contact which set this stage? Was it the wisp of the monarch with wings of music? What force makes this hand write? is it to reach understanding? What triggers the emotions? thoughts that are understood. In front of you are the dreams, the needs, the wants Behind reminiscences, the misplaced, the nightmares This is truth…. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Mark Steven Scheffer On Date: 2006-03-02 09:04:45
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Tom,
The lay of the land here is voting weight comes with critiquing. I have nothing particularly insightful to say here, but that I enjoyed the poem, and these lines are worth writing in a journal and keeping:
Was it the wisp of the monarch
with wings of music?
Thanks for posting.
Mark