My Snail Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

My Snail

Rating: 3.5


You talk, it glides
You walk, it rides.
You speak, as if you know it. Will never die.
You were my very first, a snail, formed from the first.
You are the egg, I tarry.
You are lost among, my many.
You look like all the others, when you come in to play.
You and your mask, it stays the same, you watch from
the stalk of heaven, one with two eyes.
You knew I watched from the many, as you slipped away
to join the few.
You are my snail, in you rests my desinty.
You are not my death.
You are all her beginings.
You always knew.
You, knew, it.
You, it.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bright Rose 17 May 2009

such a lovely poem, sooooo sweet, well done

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Ashraful Musaddeq 14 May 2009

Nice poem, nice to read,10++

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aye.. not bad. not bad! excellent.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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