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Returning to a childhood haunt in the Scottish Highlands View table of contents...
Submitted: Mar 4, 2008 Reads: 103 Comments: 5 Likes: 4
The approach
The eyes straining like the car’s engine
Broke free of the gradient
Then green, blue and home
Here I first found atoms
And sea foam
Nurtured by silence
And restructured
Blurred now
Smudged anemones
And hazier horizons
But never absent.
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Posted: Mar 4, 2008
I do like the cut of your jib, October. Otherworldy, evocative imagery. Loved it!
Posted: Mar 4, 2008
I love reading poetry without reading the little synopsis first to see what's in my mind. My first thoughts were of coming home. Or maybe not home, but something familiar.
Posted: Mar 4, 2008
Ah, I did the same as Peach, I thought of coming to a changed home. A once green land turned city... or something like that. It really was a lovely read! ~ Nixie
Posted: Mar 5, 2008
There is no place like it. I like this one.
Posted: Mar 5, 2008
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