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It Was A Trip
by Clara Mae GregoryOf introspection
color-treated
with natural instincts
and regrets still grieving
for the lost years
waiting on the other side
of the last bridge burned
only to meet
premature abandonment
all while weeping
with wonderment
in the tiny grip
that nourishes
a new bloom 05/30/2014 Author's Note: ...not quite finished
Posted on 05/30/2014
Copyright © 2026 Clara Mae Gregory
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/30/14 at 08:59 PM I like what I'm reading so far. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 05/31/14 at 12:01 AM Introspection can be an interesting road to travel. I always find myself taking the side roads and wondering what if... Nice write lady. Tell us when you publish the balance of it or what you call the finished product. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/07/14 at 06:20 PM Very nice start. Quite congruent in terms of the flow...transformation of imagery and message. |
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