Feeling fences
Grass and unseen shadow spears,
a line of lime-washed stakes he nears.
He got a sense of a fence,
for he could feel the pointed picket spears.
And thence he knew, ...
where this space ends,
and another begins.
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Author's Note
This poem was written for a photo prompt at dVerse Poet Pub. Poetics: Through the artist's lens. (November, 2012).
Other stories by Quirina Roode-Gutzmer
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speaks volumes.*
Blinded me, sublime. *
Delightful little poem full of picket fence spears.
To me, about much more than fences. This is great, Quirina.
And of course, one of these *
Love this, Quirina! These few lines tell more than a few lines-worth of story. Enjoyed the fun rhythm and rhyme scheme, too.*