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Winter's crisp yet early breath whispered to me this eve A yearly session as we, the cold and me, gather Conferring when, when can I join her, join her as she gallops wild and free- Life has been cocooned, reigned tight and sensory deprived- all I cry for is the wild. The wild and the wind, as I was meant to follow- Espousing her movements is where I was meant to be. How could you know? Wrapped in a thick, sticky web of dubiety, never has she, the wind, seen me free. Dreams of conifers and dancing emerald aurora always calling to me, always calling and pulling me. Yet, in this populated, polluted cocoon I remain as a corpse, not as a thing wild. A thing to lick raindrops off grass and go where the day seizes me, never to wander among the honeysuckle and bees, listening... just listening... Concrete, lights, noise, horns, words, highways, bi-ways, runaways, flyaways Speak easies, slippery tongues, silty breaths, monitors, breaks, jump ropes, shoes, bonds, bonds- chains. Always chained. Bosses, fights, liars, diers, criers, things always moving, changing, squirming, vibrating, stinking, pissing, kissing, f***ing. Disease and lies- untruth to ones own self. Utter self deception- the worst sin of all. The cold wind fingers my hair, touching intimately the parts she wishes to follow her- the cocoon wraps even tighter, pushing her away, completely away. But I can still smell her and know she wants me. She knows I want her, she knows I love her, she knows I will die before ever truly knowing her.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Date: 2/13/2014 3:12:00 PM
wow, you are blowing us away with this one, Amy . A very descriptive and well crafted poem. Congrats on your well deserved win.
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Date: 2/12/2014 6:51:00 PM
Well-penned poem and congrats on the win, ruben
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Date: 2/12/2014 4:43:00 AM
Congratulations Amy xx
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Date: 2/11/2014 4:55:00 PM
I haven't read your work before, but you're one talented writer! what a combination here of beauty and grit; a very powerful piece - congrats on your win in my contest!
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Date: 10/21/2013 8:31:00 AM
A disturbing and moving piece, an exceptional piece of writing.
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Date: 11/23/2012 4:24:00 PM
Amy I have missed your writing. This write sounds so downcast..such desparation! fav line [The cold wind fingers my hair, touching intimately] Light & Love
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Date: 11/22/2012 4:55:00 PM
Amy,, wow... strong emotions, enjoyed stopping by once again ;-)~ Hope you are having a joyous holiday. Take care ~PD
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Date: 9/30/2012 9:09:00 AM
I like the layers of meaning in some of your lverses. A great poem that moved me, especially the last line. Great end.
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Joann Grisetti
Date: 9/30/2012 9:09:00 AM
Whatever became of the contest you held some time ago?
Date: 9/22/2012 2:00:00 PM
oh my goodness. this is so awesome, Amy. And I can see how you would feel so strongly about this knowing how you must love the wind in your hair as you gallop off on your horse. . One of your best poems!
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