Forgive Me, Earth
Confess
to the faded red paint on a crushed tin bucket
or the split in an oak's trunk.
The cool soil beneath you
is as copious an altar
as it is dubious.
Say it
out loud.
Surely, you will hear
your-
self.
Forgive Me, Earth
4 Comments
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PamelaALamppa commented on Forgive Me, Earth
10-06-2009
- You know, I saw your user name and thought, wow, that's something to aspire to - and I have not left disappointed. Your last sentence is truth i simplicity. I loved this poem. ~Pamela
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Giggle commented on Forgive Me, Earth
09-22-2009
- I feel that I am peering into a very quiet moment. I want to whisper as I type...
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GunnersDaughter commented on Forgive Me, Earth
09-19-2009
- Some things we do, some things are out of our control. Either way, we all should pay attention. Very visual write.
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sin commented on Forgive Me, Earth
09-19-2009
- Very inigmatic pen, this... hhmmAmbiguous, yes. I feel as though I was caight desecrating something valuable. Nice
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