25 August







filtering the pieces out
 

she rides the train south

it's not always easy to keep fierce

enough she cries out 

 of the bitterness



and steps into the gusting of a warm spring day





Comments

  1. Magical Mystical Teacher25 August 2013 at 09:05

    I have a feeling that the warm spring day will dissipate her fierceness. What do you think?

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  2. Stan Ski25 August 2013 at 09:26

    She's in control...!

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  3. Anonymous25 August 2013 at 09:37

    I love this poem.

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  4. flaubert25 August 2013 at 11:35

    Very pretty poem.

    Pamela

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  5. Wabi Sabi25 August 2013 at 12:22

    I love the idea that 'it's not always easy to keep fierce' How true. Lovely poem!

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  6. Unknown25 August 2013 at 13:24

    Such a beautiful choosing of words!

    I am immersed in deep winter right now, so it is a wonderful thought
    "the gusting of a warm spring day"

    You create so beautiful poems, aspiritofsimplicity.

    I do not know why, but somehow, this one brought to mind Emily Dickinson's "A route of evanescence".

    Thank you!

    Od Liam

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  7. daphnepurpus25 August 2013 at 16:43

    Very nice!

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  8. Old Egg25 August 2013 at 20:18

    Those steps in the right direction are so positive.

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  9. Unknown26 August 2013 at 09:42

    Well contructed and expressive. Very well done!

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  10. Misky27 August 2013 at 05:30

    Oh yeah, this is wonderful!

    http://miskmask.wordpress.com/2013/08/25/when-luck-blows-through-a-deck-of-cards/

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  11. Victoria27 August 2013 at 23:16

    Lovely transition of moods in this. Nice use of the words.

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  12. Anonymous2 June 2015 at 07:13

    Oh My, this is especially good.

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