Where are we going? We should be hunkering, out of sight. Fright has brought us a distance, but let's pause our flight tonight. Blot our trail for a time.
Here is a mossy mew, it will do for a day or two. Come, curl with me, I'll harbor you against madness and rue.
This is really happening; it's colder than cold. I am getting older. One day soon you'll be required to harbor me, and then I will leave you.
They are coming, you must believe. It's distilled down to two: ice and sky. Earth and trees. You and me.
Come and play 100 Word Song: Idioteque over at My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog.
Good grief this is good. I love the interpretation. The final line? perfection
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DeleteI think this is gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteI love the dance of syllables and words.
Love it.
ReplyDelete"Here is mossy new."
I just love how that feels in my mouth. And I love how different our interpretations were!
yours freaked me out!
Deleteit started out as more of a poem, but then seemed to be more like this, whatever this is. :)
ReplyDeleteWhatever this is? I love it. Especially the ending.
ReplyDeletelet's go with prose poem. maybe that's what it is. and thanks :)
ReplyDeletealso, i wrote it to be read aloud.
ReplyDeleteSounds beautiful when I read it aloud. Great writing.
ReplyDeleteeden
thank you for playing along and reading aloud, eden! xo
ReplyDeleteThe lines move like a song. Great job
ReplyDeletethank you, Carrie :)
DeleteCongrats! I can see why Lance chose this. Beautiful writing.
ReplyDeletei am not a fan of competitions but am indulging Lance in his quest to rank us all every week :)
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