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Click hereI took him to the greatest vantage point
driving through the mountains
the evergreens iced over
a buck in the road
His eyes washed of the cool mist
as whispered words hit windshield
“I wonder what it would be like…
to be loved like that.”
My soul’s window crashed open
all detours leading here
a stormy, slippery passage
with bitter chill abounding
Dare he travel it?
Continuing, cordially, on the bluff
clarity defrosted all viewpoints
there were routes to venture up and down
or the spinning of wheels round and round
We went round and round
Holding our breaths to thwart fog
in the calm after the storm
I waited for a chance to leap
and he, for the buck in the road
I have to say that I found your previous work walking an ordinary trail many times. Here I see reflection, intrigue and strong emotional creativity. A poem to be reckoned with. Good work in all areas.
du lac~
As usual, unusual
with levels of complexity
breathtaking when seen,
while for others, unseen...
first off I aplogize for those that left a pile of worded manure on your comment section but the poem is so full of beauty and frageranted that it shines above anyones mere opinion. It is a wonderfully written piece of literary art, an expression of thoughts in words that is so ...poetic <grin>
You obviously haven't lived in an area populated by deer.
while I tend to agree with Anonymous in Wherever about dear in the road and 30.06's
I don't cotton much to zero leavers with out names, shows a lack of guts
A damn 5 just for spite