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absolute drifter
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scott c virtes
Monday, September 08, 2003
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portrait of an archetype, a study in boundaries
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There is a soul who knows
only black and white
in a world of important shadows.
He is there fording the driveway,
He is waiting for trees to cross.
He sees birth in the touch of clouds,
He goes his own way
and none can follow
until they shed their colors
and walk without marks
on the highway of grass.
If you see him at the bus station
or in a back alley in your dream,
give him a moment, lend him an ear --
He will turn around and smile
like an opening gate.
=== END ===
written 4/2/92
published by THE SYNDICATED WEEKLY (Web, 6/95)
updated 9/8/03
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| Reviewed by Stacy Mantle |
5/13/2006 |
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I really enjoyed this! Nice imagery, almost mythological. Well done!
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| Reviewed by Jim Dunlap |
4/2/2004 |
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| Very interesting take on life. It almost sounds like you were thinking of the Kerouacs and Cassadys of the world. |
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| Reviewed by Vesna TwinFlameunion |
9/10/2003 |
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...'until they shed their colors'...indeed..until one becomes that which one is..one is at a status quo position..and that is NOT what one came to experience..is it?...hmmm..I'm so glad I found your work...
Vesna |
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| Reviewed by Lady Peg |
9/8/2003 |
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| This is a wonderful soulful reflection in poetry. |
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| Reviewed by The Bear Paw |
9/8/2003 |
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Scott, I like this portrait! Perfect for the title it was given.... excellent...
In Spirit,
Bear |
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