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walking back
Contributed by
poeticjestix
on
Sunday, 20th February 2011 @ 12:13:01 PM in AEST
Topic:
Nostalgic
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Walking in the rain alone
alone am I in soaking clothes
my jeans cold wrapped around knee bones
drips they tickle at my toes
I squelch in my warm soggy shoes
a pleasure, few if any know
solitary comfort blues
not quite sure how far i'll go
drips collect around my nose
I taste them as they pass my lips
ticklish feelings grow and grow
settled by my finger tips
this path I take is from my past
puddles inconvenient lay
the memory of it it is deep cast
all seen as if yesterday
I rehearse lines that could not change
what was said cannot reverse
my lack of power to rearrange
compared to choice, say which is worse?
The path meanders to the right
a tiny elevation clear
the wind picks up, it starts to bite
I run up, jump twice to get clear
I miscalculate length of stride
and flop in puddle ankle high
my other foot it starts to slide
hand in mud then rubbed on thigh
I laugh at my foolish attempt
to walk down paths I walked alone
in times before I paid the rent
or owned a car and mobile phone
the simplicity of a walk
down paths I knew well as a lad
in memories now I start to soak
unlike my jeans, they make me glad
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poeticjestix
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2011-02-20 12:13:01] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: walking back
(User Rating: 1 ) by emystar on
Sunday, 20th February 2011 @ 05:21:46 PM AEST (User
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Very interesting, unique write.
Great job.
Blessings,
emy |
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Re: walking back
(User Rating: 1 ) by nirupam on
Friday, 25th February 2011 @ 08:57:22 AM AEST (User
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very vividly nostalgic, very cutely poetic...like it... |
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