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The northener

From the west i come,

from the north i crossed,

the east i go,

the south i know.

my gold is cold

but i wish to wash their feet.

Although its hand has gone calloused

but i hope to shelter them.

 

 

— ellisville, Jul 20, 2007

Critiques

weirdelf

weirdelf

18 years 11 months ago

there is clearly a good new poet on this block

welcome, ellisville, and thanks for the poems. This one is simple, elegant and compassionate. It's so easy to write angst and misery, to write with empathy without becoming trite is a real gift. Thank you. cheers, Jess
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Conect11

18 years 11 months ago

again

welcome to neopoet! Ellis, I like this piece. Though it's titled "The Northerner" it invokes the west for me, the wide open spaces. And yet it invokes Canada for me as well. And cumulous clouds with a deep blue sky, clouds with just the slightest hint of grey. One of those autumn, nearly winter days where the sky seems to be pregnant. The only (very slight) beef I have with this is I think the "but" is out of place given the previous line, but that might be personal preference. Good work! Mark

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