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Click hereWhere is the sun that burned so hot
last summer with a mighty scorn?
Wrapped in a blanket of memories
on a cold winters, blizzard morn.
The old rose bush that flowers
in the regeneration of spring
I can see it now, bare and pitiful
gnarled and dormant as a sapling.
The wind that blows across my face
has came from far far away
and will sail across the meadow
and make the dead grass sway
Untangling my mind of mincing days
just to pass the time away
Of all I wondered at this time
was what to call this mental play
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(Explanation: the title? The title doesn't exactly fit the poem 'except' this poem was inspired by the challenge "GUNFIGHT" given only 30 minutes to write and not use the word POEM or Poetry. The Theme>> WHAT IS POETRY! So the title was an example of what word to use for such emotions and not use ...Poetry! P*e*r*? (clarity?)thanks Lauren, Judges and fellow shooters!)
This poem really has some heart in it. You can have all the technical shit right, and still not be saying much of anything. This has (to me) some boo-boo's in it, but it's deep, meaningful and sincere. Good job, Arturo.
Letter for this poem is M:
mezmerizing
marvelous
magnetic
mashed
moments
moxie
miffed
musical
mental
Metaphysical! Ty you Art for the creative unique expresses of your Literal world..
Du!~