(To Aeleen whose informative article inspired this)
The callings from the cloud have brought them out.
An undefined joy prevail senses and cautions.
Monsoon dampness touches their skins. The worms.
The sensors are catching that feeling, peculiar, odd.
The vapors of virtue, dirt and rain rise.
Probing boys' sticks seek fun on their bodies.
They shrink and try to peter out right there.
Even then the empty feelings of
fragmentary pleasure are with them, into them.
They can't fantasize.
Can not imagine the reasons of cruelty.
Is it the array of the nature?
Perhaps. They roll into a zero....
Into a single one
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This takes you in the front door, and this takes you in the back door. If you’ve been, don’t click again.
but your poem is whimsical and vivid ,poddar..:)
Congratulations, your in the spotlight!~
I just wanted to say I am finally going through what is now under 5,500 pieces of gather new mail that is in my inbox on here. So with that in mind I have finally come to a piece of mail that was addressed to me in regards this article submission you have created to share with the gather community. Thank you for taking the time and sharing your piece with us here at gather. :o)
And I hope you have a Happy New Year... in 2009 :o)