Clinton Labombard
Traveller in the arts
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(12/30/02 10:31 pm)
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Opportunity Of The Snail
Opportunity
Looking back,
To time not well-spent
To foolishness
To opportunities come and went
I see,
Here is where we live
Here is now
Here is opportunity to live
Stepping forward,
Away from troubles past
Away again
Away towards opportunities vast
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The Snail
Through a garden
Hid of thorn, stem, and bramble
True of path glid
A lone snail did amble
Black time morning
Crimson horizon aglow
Track behind glistens
A life's tale did follow
Slow,
It might be easier to swallow
Although,
The veils you'll find
Wise,
You'll have to read again
Through the leaves
Cracked and yellowed sage
Grew a knowledge
An old time's young age
Night time sparkles
Yonder campfires in the yawn
Might a small one
Cross through leaf-filled lawn
Around,
Circles spiral inward and out
About,
The place you'll wander
Searching,
For something not there
Crossing of trails
Finding not one alone
Frosting and forgetting
Minding not what was shown
Bright time evening
Crimson horizon aglow
Quite of irony
Amazing what little we know
Quick,
To assume things
To,
Realize what's there we
Repeat,
And look again
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Heart's Breath
I wandered,
Today and I lost my way
I was sitting, there I wept
I looked,
Out of sadness and shadows
A thought in happiness leapt
My mind,
Was crafted sluggish and slow
I pondered what kept my tail
It seemed,
That great weight clearly being
My home is most like a snail
In all,
Through wanders both far and near
I had finally noticed:
My home will always be here
by clinton labombard on november 16, 2000
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In two years I've yet to get a useful critique on this poem. People seem afraid of it. Can you help me with this?
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