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In Search of a Home

In a dream, I was an Arctic wolf.

I switch from small to large iceberg.

I'm now swimming across icy water.

As I climb out of icy waters and onto dry ice,

I gaze up at the cloudy sky above.

From here on, I shall cross these frigid mountains,

in search of the home I have so long ago

called my own.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

With this particular poem, I have found that sometimes looking at pictures can give you good ideas.

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©25 February 2005 - 8:56pm — meray
16 February 2013 - 1:58am — allets
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Dry ice

Alnost an oxymoron - love the longing for home ~~A~~

 

 

16 February 2013 - 3:18am — meray
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Why an almost oxymoron?

During a class, each of us were given a different picture & told to come up with a poem based on what we saw in the picture or felt from the picture.

Mine was of a sorrowful-looking gray wolf in some sort of frozen wilderness. That's what I came up with. Part of it was from the picture, but part of it was from my own emotions, too. So please. As much as you loved the longing for home bit, please don't insult my personal emotions by calling it an

"oxymoron". 'Cuz there are days I don't like to think about my past life at scool. It wasn't fun for me.

Female, born March 31st 1988. Blonde hair, blue eyes, & I enjoy making jewelry as well.