Root

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Root

      I am the Juniper.
      Interweaving arms serve as anchors to this arid plain.
      Waiting in the desert for that cold breeze to roll on through.
      Looking for the fire that all this smoke will lead me to.
      I am the Juniper.
      Letting the world revolve around this stagnant pose.
      I fear there is nothing I have done
      except wait  for the sky to fall
      so I can reach the Sun.

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earthly commented on Root

09-05-2010

Nice to read ya-glad I checked your page-Namaste...Earthly

Stryx commented on Root

08-29-2010

Yes - What is it that we all accomplish - beyond being here?

JadedJezzabel commented on Root

08-29-2010

I am speechless...................this took my breath away with its Metaphoric genius

RiderPunch

08/29/2010

That may be the kindest thing anyone's ever said about my poetry. Thank you.

Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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