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Contrast.
Among the silvery leaves at eve's
where country lane and stillness weave,
an easiness with my heart's sound
in sandaled feet on grassy ground.
Amongst the stumbling mass that heaves
where drunkenness and ill will weave
uneasiness and my heart pounds,
as hobnailed boots smack concrete ground...
where country lane and stillness weave,
an easiness with my heart's sound
in sandaled feet on grassy ground.
Amongst the stumbling mass that heaves
where drunkenness and ill will weave
uneasiness and my heart pounds,
as hobnailed boots smack concrete ground...
Published 22nd Oct 2022
| Edited 23rd Oct 2022
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22nd Oct 2022 1:25pm
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23rd Oct 2022 11:08am
23rd Oct 2022 7:02pm
Your pen's fluid nature is always astounding, Rew.
This sounded like possibly being followed or comparing one side of your personality after having a few, with another..Country vs City almost... I'm not sure of the intent but the rhyming structure and imagery had me intrigued, indeed
Thanks for the pondering...
Cheers 🍻
-B
This sounded like possibly being followed or comparing one side of your personality after having a few, with another..Country vs City almost... I'm not sure of the intent but the rhyming structure and imagery had me intrigued, indeed
Thanks for the pondering...
Cheers 🍻
-B
23rd Oct 2022 8:09pm
Hello Blue and thank you kindly for visiting.
(And the fluidity.)
This piece, like all mine, is exactly what it seems. Plainly wrote.
And in this one me (or my protagonist) being in safe place (yes, countryside) then visiting a not so safe place (yes, the city) (so it's probably about me lol)
I was ages and ages trying to find the proper spelling of " sandals " coz I'd started with sandels/sandles and the speller kept coming up with a chap named Bernie Sanders or Google trying selling me... electric sanders?
And now I'm twiddling my thumbs waiting for my next masterpiece to appear. twiddle twiddle ho-hum...twi...
(And the fluidity.)
This piece, like all mine, is exactly what it seems. Plainly wrote.
And in this one me (or my protagonist) being in safe place (yes, countryside) then visiting a not so safe place (yes, the city) (so it's probably about me lol)
I was ages and ages trying to find the proper spelling of " sandals " coz I'd started with sandels/sandles and the speller kept coming up with a chap named Bernie Sanders or Google trying selling me... electric sanders?
And now I'm twiddling my thumbs waiting for my next masterpiece to appear. twiddle twiddle ho-hum...twi...
