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Scrying: Chameleon

June 9, 2007

I walk in silence
with head bent low
my footsteps a whisper
nobody knows

Then I hear her speak of poetry
behind a slightly open door
now i wonder if I’ll ever go back
to the place i was before.

 

[check it out 🙂 The carnival is fun fun fun this week. You might even hear me read, for zee very first time…And if you missed last week’s carnival, check it out at Chameleon’s other blog. I like taking a trip back there for the cotton candy and the wonderful pieces posted by those who participated.]


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2 comments

  1. Beautiful, Rax. Enjoyed this poem very much.

    Don


  2. I like the wistfulness of this (is that a word?). nice rhythm too.



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