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A strong desire to plagiarize four words

by Arthur Parten

You were right though you won't wrap your head around it
Motes of hope light and take wing again, playing me like a poorly tuned guitar

And now I swear to any gods that will listen that I can chop down mountains
Dig up thousands of miles and scatter them up to the wind's caprices
As vengeance richly deserved for their sins

Haul cities across continents with my rough and unsubtle hands
For one more trip around the ferris wheel


Posted on 09/24/2005
Copyright © 2020 Arthur Parten

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Tom Goss on 10/13/05 at 03:10 PM

rugged, interesting, and well-tuned

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 09/12/08 at 12:30 AM

Intriguing title. The poem's content can be taken on different levels and from different points of view. Definitely a very personal poem.

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