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Whom does the line belong to?
by Jo HallidayThe guard stands, within the forest
the sun spreads and like melting glass
Trees burn
Stridulating life, glowing brightest
To peel right where the cicatrix is,
Clouds and storm comes
The forest dies, and the watchman remains
with eyes to the world, Outpost and end.
08/31/2010 Posted on 08/31/2010
Copyright © 2026 Jo Halliday
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 08/31/10 at 10:52 AM ...Jo, how cool this is. one of the best descriptive pieces of genius i've ever read...really. step away, look at it this way. way-good write. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 03/27/11 at 03:19 AM I find myself wanting to read your book, and I think it will take a lifetime to hold your sequences in the awe I feel, and I know that this would be life well spent. |
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