sweetnightmare Posted March 26, 2005 Report Posted March 26, 2005 Winds behind their travels Pushing them along Motivation shoveling the dirt Off the rocky road Ripping the weeds away From the crumbling building Pouring the crystal water On the cracked dry desert floor Endurance pulling the depths of their befuddled souls Through their rough journey Dried earth caked to their dresses Sunburned palms from lying on the ground A Burnt Offering The endless wondering Blisters and calloused feet Never able to stop Always going Trying to find the one place Where they belong Moving from town to town Bed sheets to bedposts Never laying in the comfort for too long Friends never seen again Leaving with the rain storm Winds behind their travels Pushing them along
Cerulean Posted April 7, 2005 Report Posted April 7, 2005 Hi there, I liked the restlessness of this, the force of movement that resonates throughout. I enjoyed the way that you reflected both the compulsion to move and the necessity of moving along - when you don't belong. Thank you for posting, C.
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