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Potential (Free verse) by Christof

Drawn back into the day I am slackened and rested Like an unfired arrow. I let myself fly into the night Pitched out into dreams and restlessness But waking found nothing But an ache of inertia. Fists rest in pockets like wars unwon Eyes close on sights unseen And all I've spent is unearned.

Ranger 29-Jan-06/4:31 AM
Nice! I still think your poem 'Instructions to a Sculptor' should be #1...




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