| Open Poetry #35 |
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...and kiss the stone |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
...and kiss the stone I’ve brought a wreath made of thistles, wrapped in my flesh and tied up with years. I lay it at your feet and kiss the stone. Stunted salt cedar twitches in the rising wind. I must go tend my garden; the hyssop wilts and the spurge is dry. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
wow... this feels so sad... |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
ohh...Nan, I felt this one, deeply. Very well done! |
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