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splitting wood
So it goes,
he has left once again
"Split this wood while I'm gone",
he said.
"I'll be back in three days"
It gets dark so early
any will I own
only forces me back inside
watching the window
as he comes and goes
and that woodpile keeps getting bigger
he has left once again
"Split this wood while I'm gone",
he said.
"I'll be back in three days"
It gets dark so early
any will I own
only forces me back inside
watching the window
as he comes and goes
and that woodpile keeps getting bigger
Published 2nd Jan 2010
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2nd Jan 2010 4:36pm
i didn't get it
"split this wood while i'm gone"??
what does it actually mean?
and why on earth did you post it on love poems categories?
"split this wood while i'm gone"??
what does it actually mean?
and why on earth did you post it on love poems categories?
Anonymous
2nd Jan 2010 4:48pm
piece of verse is a real gem,Im simply floored by the stark feel of your words,your simple words without any obvious attempt at beautifying them so beautifully stages the pains of love,its rarely attempted shade of imprisonment.And its so evocative it has subtle shades many fairytales.Whatsmore your lovely poem reminds me of my favourite poet's(Late Kamala Das)poem 'Sunshine Cat'.
3rd Jan 2010 3:45am
Thanks for the comments...but i accidentally put this poem in the love poem section by mistake..
Splitting wood while im gone....means just that
there is a pile of wood..take an axe and split it into burnable pieces....
this is not a love poem...sorry
again thanks for the comments
Splitting wood while im gone....means just that
there is a pile of wood..take an axe and split it into burnable pieces....
this is not a love poem...sorry
again thanks for the comments
3rd Jan 2010 3:46am
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