I look out the window
A swingset rusted by the rain
My little girl gone.
I look out the window A swingset rusted by the rain My little girl gone. |
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January 19, 2003
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spread at its feet,
its metal frame,
looks bent and cheap,
and yet it seems,
to bring to me,
some long lost,
childhood memories.
the little girl,
upon the swing,
though long gone,
still softly clings,
to the place,
where she once played,
her smile,
still bright,
amongst decay
you have some really nice work here..good poetic style...here i wrote you a little responsive poem.. thanks for commenting on my pic
Art
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Firing blanks
Just for Photography
Somewhat Autistic
Artistic hipocracy
Honestly, though. Beautiful. Concise. I love ambiguously written pieces like I love Sour Patch Kids: It's wonderful and delicious, but you can only take so much until it burns your tongue and nothing tastes good.
Screw love. Feedback is what makes the world go 'round.
Very nice title by the way, adds a lot more to it.
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FIGHTY FIGHTY
Thank you.
^when I think about looking through a window i picture myself or someone else just taking their attention away from matters at hand and just reflecting. this is what it's saying, that you're just looking through your subconscious for a while.
A swing set rusted by the rain
^rust shows the time that has elapsed, rain is the general ware and tare of life, and the swing set represents all your past. (swing set is two words)
My little girl gone.
^what once was is done and over.
Good title.
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