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it's surprising how many bundles can be packed
idle sheets rolled and tied
i rode with my face looking up to the sky
wind blowing through the big elm
i took the wildflowers home with me,
along with some regretful echoes of things not said
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Now that I understand the concept behind these, I can truly appreciate your "stolen words."
ReplyDeleteThis one flows so well that I'd think those words all tumbled out of your head together.
Beautiful imagery. :)
I agree with Beth and I particularly like this one :)
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ReplyDeletebeautiful, Nance.
You steal and assemble well!
ReplyDeleteThe last two lines together are especially touching.
You have gathered a wonderful bouquet of words and arranged them perfectly Nancy!
ReplyDeletefrom whence do these stolen words come?
ReplyDeleteThe more I read these stolen word poems, the more I like them. Very creative and enjoyable.
ReplyDeleteThe way you do this -- create something new from stolen lines, is stunning.
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