No one is sleeping in this world.
.
Snow heavy on pine needles
No one is sleeping in this world.
.
We have come a long way
Snow heavy on pine needles
No one is sleeping in this world.
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The iron kettle sings
We have come a long way
Snow heavy on pine needles
No one is sleeping in this world.
.
I know there is someone
The iron kettle sings
We have come a long way
Snow heavy on pine needles
No one is sleeping in this world.
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The underground union between us
I know there is someone
The iron kettle sings
We have come a long way
Snow heavy on pine needles
No one is sleeping in this world.
.
I remember now
The underground union between us
I know there is someone
The iron kettle sings
We have come a long way
Snow heavy on pine needles
No one is sleeping in this world.
About the Creator
Carla Paton
Writer, Poet, Rancher, Ph.D. ABD, MA, MASCIS
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Comments (5)
very nicely done.
That format worked so well for your poem. I loved how each line kept building on the next so effortlessly. Wonderful work :)
Love the format and the buildup to the end. Beautiful! Hearted and subscribed
Gorgeous poem; love the repetition of “the iron kettle sings.”
Beautiful words