The Fifty Cent Tour

Sunday, June 2, 2013

whirlwind

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

11 comments:

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

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

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  4. Striking, and quite moving. Well done.

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  5. 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. Great ending! Very intense and nice imagery throughout.

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  7. 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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  8. 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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  9. I love how you saw the road here...beautiful...

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