Tuesday, September 29, 2009
You Must
You must walk across the salt flats with pockets of light shining down on you. You must see through the blurry air to find the glow. You must read a story about the past slithery as a fish. You must be miles away before you start your journey. You must be aware that when your heart gets crushed the beat stops. In the winter you see snow going up and down and later you see it melting away but the cold never stops. You must see a hundred boats flying through the air. You must hear, feel, smell, touch, and taste.
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Patrick,
ReplyDeleteVerry nice poem! I really enjoyed it because it had great word choice and description. To me the golden line was: You must be miles away before you start your journey.
Thank you for writing this poem so I could enjoy it.
-Haley