i find that i am leaking from
the part of the scenery that i am
and what i have become
twisting in the wind
like a browning maple leaf
outgrown its stay
unsure of where it will land
or if time will mulch its journey
trembling ever so
in anticipation
in captivity
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Wednesday, October 20, 2010
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Peter - This is a very sad poem. I'm sorry you feel this way. No one wants to feel misplaced, but I am hoping it was a fleeting moment. Of course, no matter what you feel, when you write, it always comes out so beautifully.
I like the line "Or if time will mulch its journey". Sad but very vivid.
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