The Fox
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Dear Poet,
Today, you woke with plan you were going to befriend a fox. I listened as
you spoke about how you would follow it's track trough the forest a...
About Me
- onesilentwinter
- i moved where my heart had drifted off to long before. i live on a hill of hundred acres, where my dreams have merged with the view. it is quiet from machine noises yet loud with sounds of horses, dogs, cats chickens and ducks. nature is the true artist in resident and i am just her apprentice who often gets lost in her gaze. once and a while i travel back to cities and foreign places to put into photographs what i have learned, yet always, part of my heart is left on the hill..
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
peaches
i lie in bed restless thinking why have i spent all these nights awake and what am i meant to do with all this extra time. i ask myself these questions every once and a while but the answers never come. tonight i lay here and odd things enter my head like peaches, library sinks, i think about lies and oil changes, i think of bald heads and hairy backs, i think about cowards then i wonder how dare these thoughts waste my time. then my lips part as i say out-loud " i should have checked if he had a heart beat"....and for some reason this brings me peace and just like that all those thoughts disappear and i can hear the rain again it has been falling steady since midnight and i now know that the rain will not turn to snow like promised, so i pull the blankets closer to me as i listen to it fall hoping that somehow my eyes will begin to close and i will sleep...
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5 comments:
so beautifully written and so much I can identify with.
you have an incredible way with words.
you are so blessed to have a gift with words and images and to bring the two together so beautifully.
i was restless in bed last night, so this strikes a chord in me.
will you please write a book.
i need to learn how to do that, seriously!!! i spy a magnificent lamp post despite the dark night :)
I just ate some peaches less than an hour before seeing this poem!
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