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Friday, November 16, 2012

I knew birds would never sing again

I knew birds would never sing again.
I knew brooks would dry up.
Although new walls had been built,
I knew they would fall down.
The leaping phantoms 
that could only be figments of my imagination
kept screaming hollow echoes through the woods,
and I knew I would stay in this rocky place
forever.
* * * * *

Wordle 82
The words to play with were:
although new walls never birds wood
phantom brook rocky hollow leaping dry

The Sunday Whirl

3 comments:

Elizabeth said...

Your verse is haunting, like the feeling after great or sudden loss. This comes from the heart,

Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/

J Cosmo Newbery said...

Full of emotion. Well done for getting all the words into something so tight.

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

The speaker is apparently very persistent. Not stupid, I think, but persistent in putting up with a less-than-ideal situation, perhaps because she knows, deep in her soul, that she has been called to this place.

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