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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855
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Yes, there are many sides to this ol' (young) squirrel.  M. -musicbox starlight- Walking on the Pacific scrub shoreline, I found a mirrored musicbox. Seaweed over the lid, And too much sand for the crank to move. I imagined inside the sheltered ballerina, How she might want to spring into the air. Would her clothing be soiled and ruined, Or catch the starlight like shadowed lace? Would her face be painted with care, Or in the inextricable writing of a crab's claw? Would she be standing on tiptoe to tease gravity, Or simply fall off her stand? I walked closely to the living water, Placed the perchless ballerina box in. Where, no matter what state the person inside, The box could float and twirl. And she'd be the first to culminate our dreams, Meeting the line of the sky. |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
This is a great little tale here. Made me want to twirl with the little ballerina. Maybe we pay to much attention to the outside of our own boxes and forget to look what's on the inside all the while. Well done, bisquirrel. Michael |
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Alwye
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Member Elite
since 1999-06-16
Posts 3850In the space between moments |
Definitely a great tale. Very imaginitive and thought provoking, I liked it a lot. *Krista Knutson* ~*Like a lion, without fear of the howling pack, Like a gust of wind, ne'er trapped in a snare, Like a lotus blossom, ne'er sprinkled by water, Let me, like a unicorn, in solitude roam.*~ Hymn Of Buddha |
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Skyfyre Senior Member
since 1999-08-15
Posts 1906Sitting in Michael's Lap |
The last line cinched this well, though I maintain that it was delightful throughout. Excellent work. --Kess You cannot choose the way of your death, but the path you choose will determine its own end. |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
In the tenderest of moments, it is he who minds the dancer, and not just the dance. Such a lovely poem...  Claire |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Wah! Ah miss y' Meadowmuse!  She said burn ... together. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I see, I like |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Thank you, PS. |
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