July 10, 2011
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curiousity hides under

leafs of shade


i turn around

to hear my name

the quiet lane

of broken bricks

of weeping willows

surrounding it

i hear my name

in icy tones

written in dust


in bones

they have no shame

these discarded twigs

that bend and brake

like brittle sticks

their creaks and cracks

makes up part of the melody

that echoes down the lane

so haungtingly

and the other part

the droning moans

of drowning souls



from the banks


floating in


the tangled mist

bleeding into

the cracking bricks

and i wander here

when i'm all alone

when no one

is near

enough to know

the path

i take

to reach this lane

and the end of it


i slip away

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TheGreightGutzby said...
Nov. 27, 2011 at 1:26 am
Hey i really like the way you spaced the lines, it reminded me of the poet william Carlos Williams. I really liked the rhymes too especiially " the icy tones". It reminded me of a lonely feezing winter day. Haunting but at the smae time beautiful. Keep it up.
ALM007 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Nov. 28, 2011 at 7:41 pm

Wow, William Carlos Williams.. the Red Wheelbarrow... 

Thanks for the comment. I think my poetry is awful. It rhymes, but doesn't flow at all. At least someone likes it though. 

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