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The Scarecrow
By Midnight Phoenix
A man who watches is what I am
Staring in the distance, so convincing
Waiting alone as the sun falls
A field of emptiness is what I see
Staring in the distance, so convincing
Waiting alone as the moon calls
What we see is what we seem to be
A thousand mirrors in our life
But can we hope for something, a dream
A thousand voices speak tonight
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Copyright 2003 little nemo
Published on Tuesday, April 8, 2003.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Comments on "The Scarecrow"
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On Saturday, June 16, 2007, torn_beauty
(77)
wrote:
well i like how you almost think it doesn't make sense, but then it just smacks you in the face. lol. I really liked it.
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On Sunday, December 25, 2005, weyvern
(80) wrote:
i would love to be able to talk to you about this poem.
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On Friday, March 5, 2004, Anybody_Killette
(47) wrote:
Uhh.. I don't get it.. could be better..
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On Monday, May 26, 2003, CharlottesWeb
(509) wrote:
Oh I love the play on words in this one. Kind of saying you are what you see yourself as...mmmm... different concept, but a good poem none the less.~DW~
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A former member wrote:
I can relate very much to this one....alone as we most are
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A former member wrote:
beak against the straw... im burned..."What we see is what we seem to be
A thousand mirrors in our life
But can we hope for something, a dream
A thousand voices speak tonight "
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A former member wrote:
nice Nemo, very nice. well done
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