I wonder

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    Was feeling very ignored one night...

    I wonder

     I wonder why the sky is blue
    the grass is green
    Or flowers hued
    but no one has time to answer me
    Or so it appears to be.

    I wonder why the leaves fall down
    the seasons change
    The birds fly south
    but every one's just too busy
    To respond to me it seems.

    I wonder why their too busy
    to talk for just a second.
    Maybe it's because of me
    am I really that unpleasant?

    Now I'm too busy to respond
    they've planted seeds of doubt,
    Which I now must tend to
    before they're killed off by the drought.

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    simoneaugustus commented on I wonder

    08-19-2010

    This is a piece that is so easy to relate to and can have so many layers of symbolism, too, using what I tend to think of as the 'original' questions- the ones we all asked at some time in our lives. Very well done!
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    JadedJezzabel commented on I wonder

    08-07-2010

    they've planted seeds of doubt, Which I now must tend to before they're killed off by the drought..................priceless.....excellentpoem.
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    Qualin commented on I wonder

    08-07-2010

    I see a brillant mind at work here,you will be a favored poet,keep up the good work,think on things of Love we have all went through the feeling of being unimportant,but beleive me if you wern't here it would be a tragedy...very good..especially for your age..dont give up stay posative..it rubs off...a friend Qualin
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    shaniac commented on I wonder

    08-05-2010

    "they've planted seeds of doubt," my favorite line. This is a very powerful and meaningful poem. Good job! :)
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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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