Saturday, March 17, 2012

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The mist is low, drifting like smoke
As a shroud, envelopes him
Wrapped in a cloak
In his mind, he carries his sin.
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Robert Green
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Lisa Pringle 23 March 2012

The simile and imagery is good. Find myself walking with this man, but can't reach out to him because he is too wrapped up in his sorrow.

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Valerie Dohren 18 March 2012

Great poem Robert. One for the downtrodden.

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