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a sonnet: mechanics of evolution
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a sonnet: mechanics of evolution |
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Marc-Andre Senior Member
since 2008-12-07
Posts 501 |
Your magic irides, aquamarines, your cheeks that flaunt vanilla orchid tones, your licorice-braids, your unctuous mangosteens that throb incanting tamed exotic moans: “naja haje.” I yearn to chart your chapel with my tongue in flippant arabesques; mezzo-soprano gasps and tastes of apple will awake long-banished picaresques encaged in the dark hollows of my soul: a symphony of id, a clarinet, will rise to blow and yield, caress, cajole, and taste the umbra dewed with anisette: do not pronounce those motions “Lilliputian“, they’re the mechanics of our evolution. |
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Clang Member
since 2005-12-15
Posts 222 |
A lot of echos of history in this. Powerful write. Just a little Note: Humbling to those of us little people. [This message has been edited by Clang (06-30-2009 04:07 AM).] |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Yes! A read that required some deeper attention, but well worth it, dear Marc-André. Imagine if we only used the rational part of our mind, what we would lose. Your poem is a product of psychic energy and rational mind and it is wonderfully stirring. Also found pictures of mangosteen, which I did not know ... how beautiful! Love, Margherita  |
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Marc-Andre Senior Member
since 2008-12-07
Posts 501 |
Clang, thanks for reading. I wrote this poem mainly for the texture of the words themselves, their sounds, origin, connotations etc. Not too sure how to take your comment: do you mean I shouldn't post those here? Margherita, I'm glad to know that you've found the poem worthy. The texture of the mangosteen flesh makes me think of lips, and vice-versa. They're a delicious fruit. |
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