or I march
or I dance and march,
not wanting to walk.
I am junk,
bounced about by music.
Art, Depression, Music, Poems, Poetry, Spirituality
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#1 by pattisj on May 14, 2011 - 11:14 am
“I am junk” made me smile. Didn’t expect that!
#2 by Carl on May 14, 2011 - 7:03 pm
I liked the surprise of that line. It just appeared and it felt a bit shocking. Thank you for commenting!
#3 by seabell on May 14, 2011 - 3:32 pm
Thanks to music you can be or do what pleases you…
#4 by Carl on May 14, 2011 - 7:06 pm
You are so right. Thank you for commenting!
#5 by Haibar Zair on May 15, 2011 - 4:53 am
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
~Robert Frost 🙂
#6 by Carl on May 15, 2011 - 8:30 am
Thank you for commenting, and I love the Frost piece.
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