Rambling
By celticman
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Rambled away – weather grey
No road and mud suckled
Muckle on
Hold my coat aloft
Breezed away into the day
Hills that hug
Jag-eyed vision of monstrosity
Everyman’s theatre of the absurd
Empty land
Deep ravine – so it seemed
Smoky stones, silvery streams
River roads deeper that a dream
Cloud clot the sky
Rucksack blue-nylon tumbleweed
Lifeline inside
Small drop – then a body stops.
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'Mud suckled' 'hills that
'Mud suckled' 'hills that hug' Like this very much CM. Dark,sombre journey.
best wishes Lenax
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Feels bleak but beautiful,
Feels bleak but beautiful, celt. That lifeline might be handy. Like those river roads.
Parson Thru
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Love this. Rambling away,
Love this. Rambled away, weather grey. No high viz clothing on this guy. Don't go over the edge, no-one might find you.
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Hi CM
Hi CM
One of your best poems, from my point of view. Short shock.
Jean
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A beautiful sense of gloom in
A beautiful sense of gloom in this and your unusual words are pleasing on the tongue.Read him aloud.
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