Monday, October 24, 2011

Magpie.

My heart is a nomad
Drifting across the landscape,
Looking for a place of sun.
My soul is a transient.
Rootless, Homeless, and
Lifeless,
I search for a place to lay my head,
A pillow to become
My potting soil.
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8 comments:

  1. Tumblewords:October 24, 2011 at 12:50 PM

    Intriguing take on the prompt image!

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  2. Brian MillerOctober 24, 2011 at 2:44 PM

    nice....a vagabond heart i understand...a place to lay your head or plant...felt...

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  3. Susie ClevengerOctober 24, 2011 at 10:56 PM

    love this...a gypsy...the last line "a pillow to become my potting soil" great one!!

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  4. AnonymousOctober 25, 2011 at 8:44 AM

    Different perspective...nice write!

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  5. Kathy BischopingOctober 25, 2011 at 3:28 PM

    I'm liking how I feel the photo prompt resonating behind your poem, like an afterimage caught when I close my eyes.

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  6. Chronicles of IllusionsOctober 26, 2011 at 4:22 PM

    the last three lines are a brilliant way to end

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  7. Tess KincaidOctober 27, 2011 at 9:03 AM

    Killer opening line...nice...

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  8. KOctober 27, 2011 at 5:42 PM

    Beautiful!

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