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Kailashana2

Sep 03, 2011 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Saturday morning

brown stains on freshly-mowed grass
death comes mourning,
to others
the gift of light receding
earth-roots tapping
less the water

replicating patterns of beauty
in near-death experiences
we hold what is dear close to old visions
scattering prisms of hope
and hope
love will find a way.

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Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

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Region, Country: Ohio, USA

Favorite Poets: Bokonon: “Let your life be the poem you write”. , I'm still writing.....

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V

13 years 10 months ago

Still around

Did you ever get any feedback on this poem?

S

13 years 10 months ago

hello

I read this as comparing a drought to lack of love. I think it could be clarified a bit better though...............stan