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a story turned into a poetry
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a story turned into a poetry |
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poddarku Senior Member
since 2008-01-15
Posts 589india 
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A story turned to poetry ------------------------------- Like spiders they weave a web. The incidents. The spring on your garden and the girl who Lives on selling flesh are meeting somewhere At some point, some place. So, You never know That you will meet her at this house of death. The morgue, you in search of body, she too. You collect it for college. She for grief. A cliché and a frozen sun. a hall And a conversation, a twinkle unknown, And runaway to a road less traveled Till you end up at your garden with spring. She smiles and you blast with laughter Yonder a small spider weaving its web… clever talks delay friendship! |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
You have woven a good poem out of your story of life's web of chance. Joyce |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I like this |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
poddarku, I like this one too. Poet or storyteller, I enjoy your writing. Alison |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Dearest Ku, here you are with another compelling poem. How the synchronicities work is sometimes really incredible ... one can meet in the strangest places, at the strangest moments and give birth to something new full of meaning. Wonderful! Love and hugs. Margherita  |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Brilliantly done, my friend. You have exceptional talent for presenting vignettes, setting the stage and then taking us scene-by-scene through a compelling story. You have the eyes of a movie producer or screenwriter. |
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