Mushroom Soup

Mushroom Soup

A Poem by Middling

Two hands, one arm
Together we work
In the dark among the sands.

Wheeling around
Hoping to find
Something profound
Among the ropes of time.

Climbing, climbing
Nothing ever rhyming
The cling cling
Of the rhythm stick.

© 2010 Middling


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:-) nice and simple. the writer's conundrum.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Very interesting. I expected this to be about mushroom soup. lol.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I write when my mind is rested. I have been working too hard. I like when I have time to create and make the mind work with words and story. I like the flow and the ending. Nothing as pleasure as to create a good poem or story. A excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 13 Years Ago


climbing climbing, nothing ever rhyming
excellent my friend, I love this one :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


this was an interesting read and afgter the movie i watched tonight nothing surprises me. I liked the flow and the rythm. Great poem.

Posted 13 Years Ago


exotic serving of literary fare~ imaginative and fun with a sharp clear edge!~

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

absolutely awsome, the ending, is amazing, rhytm stick music,
poetry is mushroom soup. loved it, keep it up

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Interesting imagery and great rhythm. Good job.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Middling

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