The Way

The Way short poem

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The wind rushes through the fields
I am but an object that sees and feels
The landscape changes as weather does the deals
I want to sail on clouds that blow by like Catherine wheels
The light across the long trees change as if to camouflage perspective into something surreal
I have to know what it feels like to be attached to the earth and the great secret of placidly growing and giving to heal
The graveyard I stand in now is so peaceful but yet at last I sense the atmosphere change and hundreds of souls howl in my head and they too are real

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Peter Kiggin

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I am a poet through and through and anyone that tells you different you must deny it and slap them across the face very roughly indeed. I love the normal things in life and turning them into mysterious meaningful emotionally attached fascinating object or subjects.
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J.rid
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One poem Peter two pictures but oh the words tell the same story, beautiful and horrifing at same time.
I did enjoy reading twice and then again.

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