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Post by foolishheart on Aug 3, 2008 12:13:42 GMT -5
This nothing between us is getting louder, and seems to get louder all the time. Keeping our backs against the wall, we turn, we walk, we fall. Straight into this lure of nothingness where nothing resides at all. A memory, a chance, a dream, a fly by night fancy thing. I rise to recollect its meaning, stuffing it into the bag of sins I bear, it's stifled now, and only moaning, pretty soon it wont even be there.
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Post by annbkeller on Aug 7, 2008 4:52:12 GMT -5
I think that all of us have a few "moaning" recollections rattling around in our bag of sins. They are the elements of our future strength, are they not?
Ann B. Keller
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Post by shelleya on Aug 16, 2008 5:16:37 GMT -5
A good write. Recollections do at times seem to get louder and louder. I can relate to this very well. Nice metaphor and use of personification. Very good depth of feeling. Good flow, rhyme and tone. Well penned.
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