A Day of Reckoning
One long, sharp needle
Of pine, assaulted by storm
Falls, to pierce the ground.
One sad, sharp tear
Of pain, I the assaulted,
You who pierce my heart.
Labels: poetry
posted by Bored in Vernal @ 7:52 AM
3 comments
3 Comments:
Nicely done, very sharp.
Bored in Vernal,
Very nice stuff. I have really enjoyed your comments on T&S. Maybe I feel a little in common with you. I was born and raised in the mighty metropolis of Vernal. But twenty years ago I left and have not been back except for the yearly visit. Ten of those years I have spent completely outside the US. My view of the world is much different than it was then. But I love Vernal. A little bit of my heart is always there. I look forward to my yearly visit. Sometimes I think that I would even like to live there again. But when I visit, I am just a litte afraid that I might no longer fit in. Maybe I never did.
Keep up the good work
Someone who was once bored in Vernal
How's my home town today?
Fitting is very overstated, anonymous.
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