A nest
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A nest
Amid this timber life of mine and it is always dry there too; my years like pickles soaked in brine. I’m not, I’m right? My den, my coo. A wealth of choices incomplete, the day is done, no time to roam, a life of bark and of deceit. My core rooted in her frail loam. |
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| You have added another dimension in describing scrupples. Sort of like damn if I don't and damn if I do. The white scum that forms on a batch of pickles needs to be removed to keep them from rotting. I LIKE IT !!!! | Posted on 2008-02-07 00:00:00 | by realpoet | [ Reply to This ] | I could not help but think about the danger in dryness versus the safety in pickling. LOL---that is probably because of all the fires lately in California being headline news while dryness definitely contributes to fire dangers. | Oh, yes, I'm off on a tangent and that's definitely not what you intended!! You're a genius at use of metaphors and I could read poems like this one for hours just letting my mind roam through the words to its own fancy. Well done, :-) Sharon | Posted on 2007-12-09 00:00:00 | by Peggy Paris | [ Reply to This ] | Very Nice Write | To me you are speaking of a Beautiful Relationship You easilly show the reader even a perfect relationship has its flaws as nothing on this Earth is completely perfect I liked the inclussion of nature to show how deep this relationship is to you Excellent Job Looking forward to reading more new writes from you God Bless Ron | Posted on 2007-11-23 00:00:00 | by Ronswords | [ Reply to This ] | I like this poem. The juxtaposition of the dryness and the pickles soaked in brine was interesting. I also liked how bark implies deceit - like a covering up of what lies underneath. A lot of poems can be sing-songy when they rhyme, but yours definitely strayed far from that. Again, I like it. Oh--and thank you for the welcome. :-) | | Posted on 2007-11-14 00:00:00 | by Cait | [ Reply to This ] | |
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