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Author Name: FreePoeticlife 5 Comments
Date Added: March 08, 2013 16:03:17 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Type: Free Verse
Category: Observances Add To Favorites | Text Only
I wait on the bed, I listen, I know what I've seen will arrive, it always does.  I know what I will grow, what I will raise and how I will live.  I walk around the garden walls in the cool of the day to make sure the elements can't ruin what has been planted, being that the walls are 16 foot high it will cut the winds. Because I listen to you I have been spared things others suffer, is it fair?  Yes because I listen to you.  I am ever thankful for you in my life, I am so very blessed. Yesterday I saw him looking at me he was worried and afraid, I told him we have nothing to fear, as what will happen will happen.   I've told them to come North and look for the iron gates off of the old pond road, when the time comes.  The wind has begun to blow and there is a chill in the air.  Remember go North and look for the iron gates.
Author's Notes:
Well again everyone will have there own take on this, it's a bit moody I guess, enjoy.
I find comments interesting since no one knows what it's about.  It seems everyone attaches their own thoughts and ideas to poems and stories. I once wrote a poem about the death of my dog, it was first censored because the woman who read it thought it was about an abortion. She was a very devote Mormon and was sure that is what it was about, but it was about the pain of having to put my dog down, she brought her own beliefs, ideas and experiences to reading my work.   We all do this everyone of us.    It' an excerpt from a diary of a character I wrote, the character wrote in her diary about how she told some relatives how to get to her place when the season changes and how her husband is afraid there won't be enough food for everyone. The character wrote about what she would grow and raise (livestock).  The wall was to protect everything.  Please if you want go back and re-read again and you'll see it with fresh eyes. BTW No drugs were involved in writing this piece perhaps a little wine but that is it.  :P
Thank you for reading.  Katie :) 
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Comment By: FreeTomahawk on March 9, 2013 11:10:15 AM Report

Like anything else in this life, the truth, or what could be seen as the truth, is in the eye of the beholder.



Comment By: PremiumLindaM on March 9, 2013 02:35:18 AM Report

It is very true about the reader sometimes having a complete misunderstanding of an author's

work. We create our own interpretation based on our own experiences and outlook on life.

I am glad you explained this one in the Author's Notes section because I was way off base.

I enjoyed it very much even if I did have it all wrong.



Comment By: FreeHenry M. on March 8, 2013 11:58:07 PM Report
I think this is about thr inevitablecoming of death, am I at least close on this katie? Either way, I loved the forboding tone of this.    Henry
Comment By: Premiumsammie bagley on March 8, 2013 05:35:50 PM Report
this is what i call one to many drugs lol but it was good made me spiral out of control in a good way loved this
Comment By: FreeDean on March 8, 2013 04:27:45 PM Report
This is what I call 'a walk on the wild side' , spontaneous, intuitive, and maybe just a little bit moody :) I'll have the address in mind: head north and look for the iron gates, it should lead to somewhere magical... nice one Katie, ~Dean


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