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Huddled in emptyness,
neither here
nor there,
but everywhere
gazing on existance, with longing
and contempt.
Be there no hope for a hunched o'er crone?
Be there no hero, to spirit her away?
with a sigh of deject
she shifts her feet
and waits another millenia
and another...
and another...
and another untill...
she wonders again.
2005 Adam Zank
Adam Zank
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Thursday, September 08, 2005 |
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Thursday, May 20, 2010 |
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Michael S (9/10/2005 6:33:00 PM)
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Be there no hope for a hunched o'er crone?
Be there no hero, to spirit her away?
Very nicely written. This poems speaks to me, it really does. You write with a depth not commonly found in one so young. Bravo!
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earyt etr (9/9/2005 6:36:00 AM)
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Thank you Joey Nissen for the thread that became this tapestry. My hat's off to you, Poet.
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