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My dark thoughts lurk
behind pillars of hate,
forging upwards.
Pooled below are my
emotions, stagnant.
A thick soup of feeling,
hurt and love overlap.
The surface of my mind
broods.
Rolling angrily onwards.
Bad things nest below,
feeding and growing.
In my Mono Lake.
if you hadn't put the painting in there, kathyn - i would quizzed you over the use of mono lake as it would have being a curious way off finishing the poem.
Not sure otherwise, if you need to put broods on a separate line as I think it flows better being put with the previous line.
Enjoyed it otherwise - keep em coming! x
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Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
Tue 6th Apr 2010 17:07
Cool image and a nice poem...