Walking
by Bennett Kremen
Saturday, January 22, 2011
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Walking
Always a last resort
are feet carrying
me through the
festering city dusk.
For only heels,
arching across
indifferent streets,
rob despair of
that staggering
breath whispering
of the grave.
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Copyright 2011 Bennett Kremen
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| Reviewed by Odin Roark |
8/15/2012 |
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| There is something surreal, yet commonplace about the simplicity of walking as a source of both meditation and stubborn resolve to not let either extremity (mind or feet) atrophy. Simple and to the point. Well done. |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
1/22/2011 |
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Dark and compelling, the theme that you express within your verses is one with which I am very familiar, Bennett. Thank you. Love and peace to you,
Regis |
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