"I will take you to the Big Tree if you want to go there."
Sat on wet grass intersection of sky and stone, two oaks
extend upward like hands saying alms to oppression.
Lost phrases hang between us like constellations.
I do not have words for your lack of words.
Before us,the souls of stars long dead.
Maintain the illusion.
Is that a cricket or a car alarm?
We are among the trees tonight.
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Hey Sarah,
I love "grass intersection of sky and stone." Beautiful.
I think if you removed the words "sat on", "is that a" and " Before us," this would flow more organically. Also, your opening quote line would make an awesome title.
Sorry for the internet poetry workshop. Just wanted to share my thoughts. I enjoyed this.
Also, I'm trying to get some of my friends' poetry compiled on my other blog: helloabsurdworld.blogspot.com.
Very few people read it now, but I'm thinking that if each of my freinds who I feature tells their friends--it can be a sort-of poetry forum.
If you want this, or anything else, to go up, shoot me the attachments in an email. Hannahmiet@gmail.com.
Cheers,
Hannah
Eeek. I meant to post that from this name.
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