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Over the hedge

through the veil.

To the ancestors house we go.

Maybe they can tell us

things we ought to know.

 

Whispers... whispers,

on the wind.

Open your windows,

let us in.

 

Secrets... secrets,

half truths, lies.

This is not my name,

these are someone else's eyes.

 

 

 

Oct.2014

Solanaceae

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I am usually not in to poetry, but this really caught my attention, and I think you are incredibly talented. Thank you for sharing. 

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Beautiful and oddly appropriate for me at the moment.

 

 

Thank you. Sounds like the same problem I have!

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I like the rythm in this poem, it's as if the whispers are knocking at my own window XD.

Really good writing style! Hope to see more in future!

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The most interesting part of this poem to me is the last stanza, which feels different to me than the first 2. Maybe it's just me?

 

Anyway, I like it- especially that last part.

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I really identify with this is not my name since my surname is not the same as my ancestors but someone elses, it's a long long story but I always felt a bit strange going through life with a name different than those who came before me. These are somebody elses eyes resonates with me as well.

 

Keep writing, I really enjoyed this poem. 

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