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Friday, 8 February 2013

Scene one: snow

I must keep sweeping
No matter how deep it gets
It's my job to do
I can't see sidewalk
But I know it's somewhere here
I must keep sweeping

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He can't see me
I'm invisible
With my collar up
Behind the lamppost
If I stay still
He'll go past
Then I can
Sledge again

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Two very different poems inspired by the photo from sepia Saturday.

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7 comments:

  1. Bob Scotney9 February 2013 at 13:35

    Two very apt poems. Emma.

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  2. Peter9 February 2013 at 14:04

    I admire your capability to tell us your story within the limitations of a poem. Well done!

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  3. Oregon Gifts of Comfort and Joy9 February 2013 at 17:46

    I loved them both! Lots of times when people don't want to help they do pretend that they are invisible, don't they?

    Kathy M.

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  4. 21 Wits10 February 2013 at 04:09

    I especially like the mysterious feel to the second one, but they are both good and fitting with the photo!

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  5. Alan Burnett10 February 2013 at 10:27

    That odd proximity of those two figures in the photograph are indeed intriguing. Yours is a fascinating take on the mystery.

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  6. Little Nell10 February 2013 at 16:48

    An invisible sidewalk and an invisible man linked by the cloak of mystery.

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  7. Bruno Laliberté15 February 2013 at 01:26

    Nicely done!!
    :)~
    HUGZ

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