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The Yellow Brick Road.
By Malice In Wonderland
I remember
us like something beautiful
ivy clinging to the bricks
a sunset
over the silver tides
but as the waves receded
you pulled your hand from mine
I wept as though I'd lost a friend
and it kills me
that I let myself cry for you again
Like a wounded sparrow
and I guess its time to start hacking up roots
weeding the garden
but I'm still stuck
Standing here
right where you left me.
ivy clinging to the bricks
a sunset
over the silver tides
but as the waves receded
you pulled your hand from mine
I wept as though I'd lost a friend
and it kills me
that I let myself cry for you again
Like a wounded sparrow
and I guess its time to start hacking up roots
weeding the garden
but I'm still stuck
Standing here
right where you left me.
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Copyright 2014 Rain In The Willows
Published on Thursday, May 1, 2014.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
random babbleAwards
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On Wednesday, November 1, 2023, carlosjackal
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wrote:
This hits the bullseye. Instant fave.
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On Monday, September 14, 2015, TropicalSnowstorm
(1703) wrote:
i love your use of the yellow brick road to convey the illusive search for love. this is a great piece! Ciao, T/S
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On Thursday, August 28, 2014, BetaWolfinVA
(795) wrote:
as she said, this poem says everything it needs to... is not just wearing loss in its sleeves, but has curled up in side it, waiting for a new spring
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A former member wrote:
Yours is a powerful simplicity, a rocking innocence. The more i read you the more i think that you downplay your own talent because you are not a woman of large words and cryptic lurings....but...you have something more grand than anything i possess...the art of being understood. You take these words that have been said one trillion times and you craft them into what you mean that moment to become...in a way that anyone can comprehend it. That's what makes poetry like a picture. What, really, does anyone gain from me? A mishmash of cracked~image pieces to fit together? Most people aren't like that. Most people want to understand and be understood. This, here...it says everything it was born to say. It speaks the facts of the captured seconds in the depths of endless time that we fly through in our rush down the Yellow Brick Road to no end. Hold your head high, Sister...you speak for all complicated fuckers as i am.
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A former member wrote:
Been there, done this. Too many times, but I had to get over it. This is beautiful I have to admit. Lots of love -Lynne
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A former member wrote:
go ahead and nail my coffin shut. fack. this is so brutalizing in a wispy, lovely sort of way. faaaaaaaack.
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