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Returned to cold..bittered winds
pound my back, my shoulder
exposed ankle
walking upon grass blades frozen..pebbled stone
sky far away
my work up ahead
work done
soul given
taking back enough
what I can to feel balance
hands are none
eyes to few
giving and taking
by soul of work
dirt..animal..nourishment
by soul of trial
practice day..practice night
by soul of tribulation
giving out
balance
not taking in
by soul of life
inside sitting ..outside reflecting
touching souls...not around
yet be still in stream
amongst all storms all times
walking back..over again
frozen green
worn stone
up with bright night
clouded jewels
bittered winds rush...touch
becoming the hand on my shoulder
pound my back, my shoulder
exposed ankle
walking upon grass blades frozen..pebbled stone
sky far away
my work up ahead
work done
soul given
taking back enough
what I can to feel balance
hands are none
eyes to few
giving and taking
by soul of work
dirt..animal..nourishment
by soul of trial
practice day..practice night
by soul of tribulation
giving out
balance
not taking in
by soul of life
inside sitting ..outside reflecting
touching souls...not around
yet be still in stream
amongst all storms all times
walking back..over again
frozen green
worn stone
up with bright night
clouded jewels
bittered winds rush...touch
becoming the hand on my shoulder
Published 3rd Jan 2010
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3rd Jan 2010 7:53pm
liked it a lot. rhythm of the whole poem goes really well with it's structure and lay out - the way it looks on the page. i liked the sense of destroyed soul balance, which probably could never earned back no matter how hard is being tried.
