A grave at the Novodevichy Cemetery, Moscow.
Too Far Gone
You cradle my lines
in the sculpted hands we gave
the world right after
your revolution.
Oh I know how you feel now,
the outlaw strains on
your inner fathoms
and I would give anything
to settle this all down.
February 5, 2012 1:50 PM
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Written for this week's Magpie Tales
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excellent take on the prompt!
ReplyDeleteLots of layers here...and a lovely romantic feel...
ReplyDeletethe outlaw strains of your inner fathom...that is a whole story itself...very nice...
ReplyDeleteYou make me want to know more about this pair.
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lots going on here...the cradling, the revolution..and just love ...the outlaw strains on
ReplyDeleteyour inner fathoms...
nicely done indeed...thanks for sharing your words......City Books...the Diggers...the Dead...Janis....Country Joe...Fillmore West.....somehing to remember eh?
ReplyDeleteYou've set me pondering on you meanings...
ReplyDelete.. this is lovely, Christopher.
ReplyDeleteI'm so late......you're still an awesome write! :)
ReplyDeleteLOVE this!
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