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Bastet Member
since 2010-05-07
Posts 246 |
EX-PATRIOT She lost her country in the way one loses one’s virginity, more desire than regret, a young self lit with a foreign flame, a bright-feathered siren at last uncaged, a restless heart set free. A spirit moved while still unfolding, careless, tossing silver strands of laughter at a nubile moon, waves of valley grass rippling like long hair, the invisible wind telling secrets, to the forest’s dark-limbed listeners, the sassy sway of her own dark shadow on the snow-faced slope, impaled on light then changing shape. Soul-heavy and swirling slowly down to earth, chaos unbound, fragments of her scattered on the ground. “Who are you?” they ask. She only nods her head, hung on thin silence: “A strange song was sung to me. It set in motion something not my own. I capsized off a lonely shore, only shards of me washed up where they belong.” |
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Eusta B. Mae Senior Member
since 2010-05-03
Posts 903 |
Love your last line!!! This poem really speaks to me and I enjoyed it. ebm |
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Amaryllis Senior Member
since 2010-05-20
Posts 1306Mi now |
Bravo, Bastet... I love the 1st two lines, the simile... I know when I open one of your poems I won`t be disappointed  Nice work! ~Amaryllis |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
These imagery words are skillfully brought forth and composed, and are appreciated. As to the rushes and long grass, gleaming shadows of self, etc., I will quote an anonymous quote from a different descriptive milieu which also fits well here: "Them first kicks is a killer, Jim!" And it is often so very hard---even looking back---to understand the cool reception, the lack of opportunity seemingly built in to things as they reveal themselves upon landing... |
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