I've been scooping through the leftovers.
I've been decomposing, holding on to your hand
and the notion trouble can't follow us
on a path that’s golden and wide.
Some place where there isn't any trouble.
Some place where the stories haven't died.
Some place dignified.
©2024 | K.F. Hartless
Written for d’Verse Poet’s Pub | Quadrille #201: Poems of Place
Cover Art: Abandoned Wizard of Oz Park
Thank you. I used to think I lived in such a place, but I guess growing up means accepting the good and the bad about where you were born.
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You could be right, the universe is a strange place, Katie. There could be things happening around us that we can not see.
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If only the arches with land bridges. 💜
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Love this place- some place dignified.
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A great escape!
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Such a great scene! 🌈 Love your lines, too.
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A place magical over the rainbow. The last two rhyming lines really have an impact on the reader.
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yes !!! and a great last line —
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So dreamy words and lines, thanks.
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I agree with De about the final rhyme being a nice surprise, Katie, and that it gave the whole poem a feeling of hope. I’ve often had that urge to escape. Poetry does it.
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Beautiful poem. The final rhyming couplet is stunning.
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not a word out of place in this – loved every line
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I worried at first, the fact she/he was decomposing while holding his/her hand… but then I continued and can only hope they do find that place together.
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Like others, I especially love that final rhyming couplet.
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An enchanted wishfulness in this!
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How unique, clever, bright ~~~ a great quadrille write!!
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“some place dignified” a resounding yes! A beautiful poem, Katie.
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This has timelessness and universality to it. Great stuff…JIM
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You’ve chosen a favorite song from my all-time favorite movie.
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“where the stories haven’t died” – so profound – thank you for this thoughtful read.
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I love the hope and note of affirmation here.
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Yard Sale of Thoughts 
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