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2003-09-23 Gems and Dregs
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Book: Castle View
It is a windy landscape I stand on
Wrapped in a shawl against the cold.
I stand there as a beacon
To every gem and dreg
That walks the earth.
Every shiny or dull thing
Is pulled to my light
Regardless of my desire
For them...
I am out here
In the cold, baby.
Left,
By you, to fend for myself
Against the grasping hands
Or tipped hats
Of every male that cares to notice.
Yet I stand and wave my arms
Trying to catch the right one
As it flutters, flings, or sails by.
I am miserable in the cold, baby.
Hungry and crying
Lonely
Without
You.
Debbie,
What sort of feelings have you presented in here. Tell you what, I could have felt the cold myself but have warmed me up is how smart your poem have guided my senses. Great work once again.
I like this! Similar to what I was writing as I was going through the going through as a friend likes to say.