Have you ever been almost lost? - white tongue and blue patches
The concern that you pursue
in the last second and then
Panic
panting, and it is not hot
He also feared
to sit down and cry for a while
Eichenlaub spin with your fingers
Bright blue sky is gone forever
going to die and now
To include the old
and falls on his side
Knee-chest with a damp
not dying
licks his tears
his plays dirty red
and try to rise
and go to the house, but it remains
quiet
He is your rock
and lean heavily on him
and cry and cry and cry
and wept, and he knows
something wrong
so that the boats
but never barks
sounds like a foghorn in the twilight
but it is now, and hear
echo
Bounce through a patch of thistles
and see for the first time
Who have always hated the green hybrids
they hurt like hell
Curse you for past pain
and get up
Brushesthe dirt on the knees
and return to thistle patch
and everything comes with a dynamic
The old man is now smiling
by a row of white teeth
Move your tongue like a hand waving
and now you have to walk home
claim that you never lose
was
tired.
Monday, February 8, 2010
White Tongue And Blue Patches Have You Ever Been Almost Lost?
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9 comments:
♥ beautiful, emotional! ♥
This works fine descriptive poem told in the second person. It's very difficult to be effective. The refusal of the boy who is lost is the denial of the truth of the human past, typical, and try to relieve the pain and the memory of the temporary weakness of spirit.
Thanks for a great read - I love stories about dogs - and the integration of the child was very nice. The feeling of a very young child - was well represented. High Fantasy and the rapid reorientation. Recognition of the journal thistle was well done. We just have a familiar object - so we are on the right track ♥
She wrote something to be chased away, and covered with blood and your dog or go for help or take a bullet for you. I do not remember. It sounded familiar.
You write poems of voltage / very good stories DMAG. Fully absorb the alpha and omega.
This surprised me at all ... I stopped in my tracks.
... To create a boy and his dog, every feeling of pain, child, dog of the child to a strong image for the reader amazing ability to deal with the boy and empathy, the ...... Dog and to do so.
WELL DONE! DMAG is Dman
I had a dog ... Until the dog has bitten me ...... just think .... I had such a woman before she has bitten me ...... Thanks for the nightmare. .... seamanab
The terror of losing and the joy of a good dog, too
assessed the rate of children in a panic. Ugh! What do you write?
The painting of Word. Excellent. I could not remember the salt of the tears and taste.
It was wonderful. And yes, I nearly lost, but found later. Thank God for our faithful companions, I say. ♥
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