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Fighting erosion (Free verse) by INTRANSIT

We the wranglands that forever be count the country from sea to sea carry the burden seeds from thee. Standing deeply together shields the pretty wind against us wields audible voices much un-heeled. Wastes deposited deep inside a latent type of genocide bark stands tough as winds deride. Sun to soil in knotted grand as the unknowings reach for hand oh forgive, the Orangutans.

god'swife 22-Apr-03/5:24 PM
I love this poem very much. Last line 3rd stanza feels different than the rest; out-of-place sort of, thou I hate to critize such loveliness. Maybe it just takes some getting use to.

I love saying it. Terrific vowels, and beyond that a strong idea. Good for you! Poems are no more than sketches drawn in sand, an instantaneous view, an instant need to tell.

Funny to think of you, an artist, wiping grease off his hands on a red shop towel. In my mind I see you plaid and baseball cap, grabbing the hand rail and hoisting yourself up to the cab.





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