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.

8 comments:

  1. Intriguing take on the prompt image!

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

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

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  4. Different perspective...nice write!

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  5. 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. the last three lines are a brilliant way to end

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