Saturday, February 25, 2012

the sky cries




i walked
i ran
i did not look back
i didn't want to
for fear
of asking for more

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13 comments:

  1. Linda SueFebruary 25, 2012 at 1:22 AM

    I so love how you, your poems, hit me in the middle!
    Yeah, want to look back do not...might ...want...more...
    never mind! keep going, fly!

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  2. Linda SueFebruary 25, 2012 at 1:24 AM

    oh, and is that a snow covered ...wrench???
    I am half lit- just back form a wine soaked party...
    That wrench looks sort of like a molar.

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  3. stevenFebruary 25, 2012 at 8:48 AM

    ha linda sue . . . so awesome to come back home half-lit. that was on my schedule for last night also but . . . . i felt a pang of conscience and came home to . . . . everybody out!!! ha!!!! i have no idea what made this strange shape int he snow but maybe a small angel come to earth . . .steven

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  4. ValeriannaFebruary 25, 2012 at 9:02 AM

    Fascinating snow-angel! The writing is like a snippet from some mythic journey - maybe the sirens are after you here?

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  5. R. Burnett BakerFebruary 25, 2012 at 10:19 AM

    Oh, Steven! This is one of my favorites! So much implied, remembered, experienced, feared, suggested, and left undone. Life is always left undone.....

    Love this!

    Rick

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  6. agujaFebruary 25, 2012 at 10:32 AM

    Heartrending. Your words tear at the soul in their desperation and desolation. Such simple words evoking so much, Steven.

    If you have time, visit my Frday post - thanks!

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  7. R. Burnett BakerFebruary 25, 2012 at 11:22 AM

    You've inspired my latest!! Thanks!

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  8. SuzFebruary 25, 2012 at 12:56 PM

    funny, on first read I read that the narrator was fearful of being asked for more

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  9. TaborFebruary 25, 2012 at 3:50 PM

    The photo reminds me of a fallen angel for some reason.

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  10. stevenFebruary 25, 2012 at 4:09 PM

    valerianna - it was the size of a hand - tip of finger to little wrinkles on the wrist. the words came afte realizing that sometimes, some things happen or appear or simply are . . . because they are and to go for more or to try and squeeze more from them, is unreasonable. steven

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  11. stevenFebruary 25, 2012 at 4:09 PM

    rick thankyou!!!! very much! undone life is real . . . steven

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  12. stevenFebruary 25, 2012 at 4:10 PM

    suz wow that flips the piece inside out for me!!! steven

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  13. stevenFebruary 25, 2012 at 4:11 PM

    tabor and that was my inclination at first also . . . steven

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