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| I jacked this picture from a friend of mine, a man with a view. This is me Mine is the picture The vivid Sometimes overwhelming colors Weaving line by line Traipsing through flower strewn valleys Marching This is me Mine is the sword Aching to swing Weaving its deadly arc Slashing through foe and fiend This is me Mine is the boy Alone In an attic Surrounded by the clutter Unwanted discards left here and there This is me |
11 comments:
I liked this. Something about it saddened me but still it's a good write.
My heart melted and I just wanted to go in that attic and play with that little boy... Your poem was full of passion... very good work:)
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sharp, I know how it feels when trapped and felt helpless, but depending on one's imaginations or faith to survive.
I like the personal share ~ That image of the boy in the attic is sharp ~
I really enjoyed this, nice to meet you at dVerse.
so many facettes.. the boy alone in the attic moved me deeply...a wonderful pic to go with it as well..
awesome piece Wander. This is me, what a powerful statement in and of itself. I love the metaphor of the sword aching to swing its deadly arc, very strong. Then there is the line sometimes overwhelming colors, I totally get that, feel it all the time. Strong piece, greatly enjoyed the read. Thanks for sharing with us tonight
wow the picture of the boy alone in the attic can go a couple ways, fun to have that place to escape, but also it can feel so alone as well....good to see you wander...
swing that sword, boy !
....a safe place to be yet there's much to be gained by imagining, believing, and making a difference but doing...touching poem..
This is really good. This part? Wonderful.
Mine is the sword
Aching to swing
Weaving its deadly arc
Slashing through foe and fiend
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