The Range

 

The range

 Arrived here not a word said

Captivate the love in a past wetness from the rain

The same past appears through my veins

Switch lanes as they change

The range

Laced beads of sweat

What I did to get the sweat

I regret

Fences, fenced the fence

There’s the defense, then

The range

Reviews

[Tobias Wall]

The mental picture I gather here is one I love...bleak, empty, open. Like a stretch of open land, or a stretch of open conciousness...well done!

[Dionysus Cain]

the horizon is always wide open. It's what you so with it. nice poem, good structure , i enjoyed this one.

[London Calling]

Very strange, in a good way of course, I found it confusing, you had to think about what you were writing about. I think that is a brilliant writing style, if you can provoke thought. I just think that it ended before it should've, like there is more to it, but you aren't letting us in on it.

Over all, I love it!
Great job!

[Joel Alvarado]

This is so unusual. To me there are different meanings that I can't quite put my finger on just one. I like it because it's different and unique. Nicely penned!