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A strong desire to plagiarize four words
by Arthur PartenYou 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 09/23/2005 Posted on 09/24/2005
Copyright © 2024 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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