spinal run
the pain,was not pain,
in the main,
till it climbed the spine,
and ran up there in mind,
it hit a spot ,
and from there distributed it got,
it was only then pain made him whine.
spinal run
the pain,Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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what I chewed last night | 0 | 12/18/2010 |
I know not who I am | 0 | 10/22/2009 |
this poor star called sun. | 0 | 10/22/2009 |
bright sun | 0 | 10/22/2009 |
Green | 0 | 10/22/2009 |
spinal run | 0 | 10/22/2009 |
solitude talk | 0 | 10/22/2009 |
The Cage I am in | 1 | 09/22/2009 |
Departure Pangs | 2 | 09/21/2009 |
Ascent to Heaven or Heaven's Descent | 1 | 09/21/2009 |
Aromas of her bake | 0 | 09/21/2009 |
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