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The Well (Free verse) by Caducus The well is now dry,
Yet the bucket keeps coming,
Falling in to darkness.
Wishes drowned in silver.
Ageing Queens weigh me down.
A distant circle of light,
But the miry walls keep me trapped,
There is a ladder,
But Iâve forgotten how to climb.
(inspired by Jeremi Handrinos)
Up the ladder:
Refulgent
Down the ladder:
Mother
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Posted: August 13, 2003 2:00 AM PDT; Last modified: August 13, 2003 12:07 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.6915636 Overall Rank: 1966 Comments:
Great. More elaboration on the last four lines, perhaps, might have added something still more?
Just a thought. 314 view(s)
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Yet, buckets keep coming.
Falling into that blackhole.
Wishes & drowning shimmering coins.
Aged leaders weighing me down.
Distant circles of light.
But miry walls keep me trapped.
There was a ladder.
But I've long since hit bottom."
Thank you, I did an edit for you too. feel free to pick and choose from any components i've modifeid or introduced. I am very flattered as always, and am your friend.
I like the ages leaders and shimmering coins, yours and mine signify drowning under other peoples wishes in the shape of queens or dead presidents.
I'm sorting myself out now and thanks for the shoulder again.