Alone
In a meadow
a silk laden girl
with the fragrance
of spring
once sat,
alone.
Now,
a young woman,
she screens the ocean
waiting for white sails
beyond the horizon.
waiting,
alone.

Alone In a meadow a silk laden girl with the fragrance of spring once sat, alone. Now, a young woman, she screens the ocean waiting for white sails beyond the horizon. waiting, alone. |
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Written during a writing exercise at Contemplicity [link] It is about two types of being alone, alone before love and alone afer love has come and gone. The preview image was taken on my travels in Ireland. Hope you enjoy, take care
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June 22, 2005
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Comments
simple but nice - i like it.
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your eulogy is like poetry
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She thought that his vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.
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I miss you forever
i love you.
i have to say, you would probably get a few more comments if you actually made some major flaws in your work
You know i love your linework that i have tried myself on an occasion.....leaving a line or two and then adding in a word. it really draws your eye tothe word and buries it deep into yur eyes to give it more power than it would ordinarily have.
i also like how you dont follow what everyone else does and capitalize every line
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