| somewhere watching weeds fold
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Rixes
| one day | 1 |
i shall collect all my poems | 2 |
for the winter of my years | 3 |
and lock them in a mahogany chest, | 4 |
low before my bed and moth-covered. | 5 |
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and maybe | 6 |
one day, while picking lonely | 7 |
dandelions on a mud-washed | 8 |
and sinking road, you'll find the key, | 9 |
golden and splintered beneath layers | 10 |
of ash and pumice. | 11 |
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perhaps | 12 |
there will you find me | 13 |
with mars and pompeii, | 14 |
brooding, sighing, | 15 |
and writing of winter. | 16 |
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25 Apr 05 |
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This is very nice. I'm not sure about the line breaks, ie: l7. As well, would l13 be better reading 'there you will find me'?
Beautiful, Rixes.
Sam xx
— unknown
this is made my horrible day much more awesome. well done. only suggestion: drop "maybe" in L7, it's not necessary.
adding this to my favorites.
— youthculture
Oh this is beautiful. I'm so glad you decided to post this. And yes, dandelions are always so lovely.
— wendz
i really like the hopeless feeling i get out of this. the 'w' words really give it a "windy" sound and adds to that windy field sort of image. good job.
— unknown
New fav. Really really good!
— themolly
I love line five..."low before my bed."
— ashley87
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