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Waking, Walking, Singing, in the Next Dimension? 1979 by Morris Graves
via Magpie Tales

dawn is a feeling
warmth that spreads
from shoulder to cheek

freedom means boundaries
landmarks of habit
indicators of progress 

voices are familiar songs 
each new generation
produces its convincing covers

life is smelly
but you'll always know
you are home

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  1. Brian MillerJune 2, 2013 at 10:23 PM

    followed your link rene...what a story...and it goes well with your poem too...the rebirthing...finding that freedom again...nicely done...

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  2. HelenJune 2, 2013 at 11:49 PM

    Thank you so much for the link to Randy's story ... as always, lovely poetry Rene.

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  3. AnonymousJune 3, 2013 at 2:29 AM

    I enjoy again how you flow your words together so they are almost musical.

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  4. BerowneJune 3, 2013 at 5:41 AM

    Striking, and quite moving. Well done.

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  5. MaryJune 3, 2013 at 7:33 AM

    Rene, a wonderful write here. I especially liked this verse

    your senses twisted
    tested, resisted.
    then trusted

    which seemed especially strong...

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  6. AnonymousJune 3, 2013 at 7:40 AM

    Wonderful I really enjoyed =)

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  7. Vuong PhamJune 3, 2013 at 8:30 AM

    Great ending! Very intense and nice imagery throughout.

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  8. MargaretJune 3, 2013 at 4:45 PM

    Wow... so much more meaning after reading the link. I can't imagine taking on one battle and then... piling up more. What a heavy load he bore.

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  9. TruedessaJune 4, 2013 at 8:27 PM

    I read the poem first then read the story..I can see the poem now with better vision..powerful write and message.

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  10. Kathe W.June 6, 2013 at 11:29 AM

    lyrical poem. Lovely!

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  11. Tess KincaidJune 6, 2013 at 2:00 PM

    I love how you saw the road here...beautiful...

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