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Forces, a poem

Updated on May 5, 2011
Copyright 2011, Christopher Mayer
Copyright 2011, Christopher Mayer

o'er and o'er the Mountain flows
down the musty ravages of Time.
i stand at the brink and watch
the crystal Water plummet.
it falls to a white foamy Death
where nothing is as it should be.
my Heart pumps Warmth through
my conscious body.
my Soul battles Temptation as
i stand listening to the moaning Wind.

Poem copyright 1994, Christopher Mayer

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      maven101 5 years ago from Northern Arizona

      Adjective overload leading to a pondering insignificance...A cascade of formless words that rush to the bottom...

      A lovers leap to mediocrity...Voted up for effort...Larry

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      Crifmer 5 years ago from Teaneck, NJ

      I can appreciate the craft of the comment, while the contents themselves remain unappreciated.

      Criticism is better when constructive, but thanks for voting it up.

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      random poet 5 years ago

      maven101 strikes again. Nice cartoon English teacher criticism, Larry.

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