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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




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  1. BethSeptember 5, 2011 at 10:38 PM

    I like it!

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  2. Brian MillerSeptember 5, 2011 at 11:03 PM

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

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  3. CadSeptember 6, 2011 at 5:24 AM

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

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  4. BerowneSeptember 6, 2011 at 5:57 AM

    Very nice poetic take on the prompt...

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  5. ReflectionsSeptember 6, 2011 at 10:01 AM

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

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  6. HelenSeptember 6, 2011 at 11:49 AM

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

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  7. ♥ BrajaSeptember 7, 2011 at 3:24 AM

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

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  8. gautami tripathySeptember 7, 2011 at 8:11 AM

    Cool...


    hitching a ride in rusted trails

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  9. Irish GumboSeptember 7, 2011 at 8:14 PM

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

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  10. Carrie Van HornSeptember 8, 2011 at 12:58 PM

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

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  11. AnonymousSeptember 9, 2011 at 9:36 PM

    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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