the walls are filled with the lives of children
what appears to be an exit changes to a trap
you have everything to loseoil rainbows the water, a thin & dangerous sheen
that pain you call love pulls you away
there is no point in stoppingin the middle of the mountain road
an old woman walks in the wrong direction
she is thin & frail, she wears a red coatyears have passed, buildings torn down, rebuilt, renovated
each place you sail into more beautiful than the last
sometimes she can be heard, crying in the lakethe sun drops into the sea like a stone
you repeatedly forget what you have remembered
this part lasts forever
unearth — RWP minichallenge I
6 responses to “unearth — RWP minichallenge I”
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And the cities still rise and rall. Lovely, S.
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wow–lots of things that stay with me in here, especially that opening line. and ‘an old woman walks in the wrong direction.’
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the old lady is haunting, as well as the line “there is no point in stopping.” wonderful!
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I love rainbow as a verb.
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Nouns as verbs! Hated in many venues!
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So wonderful…
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