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Life is a Loop
by Alison McKenzieData
Gathered
Grit of details,
Glue of experience,
Creating stones which
Ricochet inside my heart,
Bouncing me into dysrhythmia
Previously cleared of all debris,
I re-enter familiar territory,
Unprepared for the chill of
Winter approaching
without my boots.
A music box
Sings in the distance,
Reaching my ears on a thin
Thread of gossamer hope
Through a constantly
Howling wind.
When I was young,
I ran.
Today I will build a shelter
And wait.
11/24/2008
Author's Note: It's amazing to re-experience what I once considered resolved.
Posted on 11/24/2008
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/25/08 at 05:26 AM It always is, and it often yields some interesting writing. This would definitely qualify. There's a really nicely captured wisdom to this piece. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 11/25/08 at 04:34 PM ...yes it is, yes it is...wonderful, expressive write... |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 11/26/08 at 10:57 PM Excellent poem Ali.....CharMin |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/28/08 at 06:02 PM An excellent piece - shape, and expression. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 12/01/08 at 12:52 AM I don't know how I missed this one Alison. And you know that is what learning is all about, this re-experiencing what we thought was already resolved. |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 12/01/08 at 03:24 PM today i will build a shelter and wait. and that is growing up. well put :) |
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