maybe we owe them for fixing things and keeping that end not near you know....
Interesting take on the image.
How fun! Really well done--it's got a real nice beat & you can dance to it :)
That is such a clever play with words and concepts. Well done you.
love, love, love. they wield their powerand destructionas if it were a tissue flowerblowing in a breeze
All of that and they think there is always something to be fixed...and can't leave well enough alone.This is good.
Oh Renee - I really like this. You're rhyme and meter are flawless, and you're question is a bit profound-ish. :o)
Someone should read this while bongos are played in the background and a girl in a chiffon dress twirls...Pearl
Don't you have that sweet little Haight Ashbury chiffon number in your closet, Pearl? Any bongo players out there?
Interesting poem. I liked it. :)
Those anonymous twisters...indeed... (giggling at Pearl's comment)
Great title ~ 'The Fixers' ... everything uphill from there!
Rene...i love this! :-)
The sunset conceals the most interesting terrors
Lovely poem. Lovely.
Interesting take on the photograph. Just reading the poem, I get an image of birds flitting about, always busy, on unknown business, until sunset.
love the rhythm of this and the unexpected almost rhymes...such a great take on the pic.
Good question, one which I don't think I can answer, but your poem makes we want to look and find out. The sound is especially interesting in the poem, giving a sense of a labyrinth that might never end where you think it will.
The good ones are happiest when they are working on something. They forget about time and simply get wrapped in the moment.
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