The Fifty Cent Tour

Monday, September 5, 2011

Sunk In

abandoned farm, Dublin, Ohio by Tess Kincaid for Magpie Tales

vagabond moon
always rings you up
when the tide rolls in

let's meet
over half baked Alaskan
fantasies

oh you haven't the heart
to tell him
Ohio's got you dug in deep

rooted you now
screen your calls
let your gypsy soul go unrenewed

and your past
is a just lazy seaweed circle
floating across the Sargasso

Rene ~ September 2011




11 comments:

  1. i gotta keep my gypsy soul locked in the cellar on those nights, to keep it away from the phone...

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  2. I'm definitely a seaweed circle, me...Loved that image.

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  3. Very nice poetic take on the prompt...

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  4. So many strong points to this one... love the gypsy soul going unrenewed. Feels alot like that these days.

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  5. ... 'half baked Alaskan fantasies' ~ sounds romantic, intriguing!!

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  6. this is one of your best Rene.....loved it....

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  7. I agree with Braja. Damn, that Sargasso was quite a punch. This is top drawer stuff!

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  8. You have a wonderful way with words Rene!
    :-)

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  9. Beautiful writing. Great lines, one after the other. Love this!
    http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/09/09/he-was-a-ford-man-2/

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