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Green Arrow
by Kate DemereeI have come here bereft of inspiration,
Seeking a word, a sing, from you
I look and I look, still there is nothing
My heart and soul hunger
I starve
Your name is here
That is true
Also that there
Are words by you
But they like book read over and over
Are so well known
I could recite them in my sleep
Sadly I weep
Would you drink the tears
Fill a cup with them
Yet let me go thirsty
When I would drink yours?
There is no little green arrow
Pointing me to the well
From which I could slake my thirst
I must continue my search
I bid thee
. A word
. A post
For me?
04/25/2003 Author's Note: I have often teased for a post, tonight I decided to post one.
Posted on 04/26/2003
Copyright © 2024 Kate Demeree
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jack Lanier on 04/26/03 at 07:44 PM Wonderful, Kate. I enjoyed reading this and at the same time being in pursuit of that "green arrow." Planning to post soon...Jack:) |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/28/03 at 12:26 PM this green arrow has purpled its intended target, heart down and gladly. |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 04/28/03 at 04:32 PM The hunger turning into food. A thirst metamorphosing into a drink. I just drank. Thanks. Sorry, NOTHANKS. |
| Posted by Agnes Eva on 04/28/03 at 05:24 PM hehe, a poem so specific to our little world here, and also beyond... the little green arrow catalyzing excitement when long-sought after |
| Posted by Rommel Cruz on 04/30/03 at 12:14 PM wonder where mine is. maybe it's behind your arrow. =) |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 04/30/03 at 12:37 PM Great read Kate! |
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