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©Shers Gallagher 2012

She is young between the thighs
and old between the lips.
A baby-face, nonetheless,
still eager to use and be used...
well, just a little.

Life, to her, is yet an experiment to master.
She will not, shall not,
wants not,
to be conquered by her dreams
before she has made her ascent to Everest.

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Comments

  1. Baby face with spunk! Nice write!!

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  2. "to be conquered her dreams" ...erm - did you mean " conquered by dreams?" If not, I find this line hard to assimilate...

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  3. I agree with the comments by both Jinksy and Tess. I think there might be a typo, but it's brilliant.... Love the opening, and the closing, 'ascent to Everest'

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  4. We all saw a strong character in this.

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  5. This is wonderful. And may she not peak before her time :)

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  6. Your poem could be applied to the natural features of Yosemite, just as easily as the photograph. I loved reading this, Shers. Thank you for sharing. =D

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  7. Still eager to use & be used... I kind of remember feeling like that many moons ago :)

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  8. Lovely! simply lovely. Wonderful work.

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  9. Yes she is young, but wise beyond her years and still has much life yet to conquer.

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  10. Thanks all for stopping by and leaving your wonderful, thoughtful comments. Thanks too to Jinksy and Other Mary for catching a typo I didn't notice. Hate those but love correcting them too. Cheers

    LOL Bug!

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  11. 'Life, to her, is yet and experiment to master' and it zooms by very quickly when you look back. Well written piece.

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  12. Lovely words - well done.

    Abba :o]

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  13. Loved this one, saw similar in her. She's a one to admire, alright!

    ps....I think I'd have managed to 'assimilate', mind you! I typos constantly!

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  14. A brilliant insight into the mind of a young woman....and a wonderful write! :-)

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  15. Lovely piece, I have a feeling she never did want for much, and it was perhaps true love- and I think she finally found that in the end.

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  16. I like this concept of being conquered by your dreams" as a necessary prelude to ascencion , it feels so .... Alchemical

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  17. Those first two lines are Nobel-worthy. Seriously.

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