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the cabin |
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mikeandrew Member
since 2010-11-18
Posts 198
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The cabin a place of peace set forth, beyond the rising sun and the white birch. Over looking the tall pines to the north. where moon and mountain meet across the sky. Stands great waters with magic silver perch that fly, when moon light strikes rainbow scales, twinkle like stars at night. Across flat land by three moons, gold grass bleeds its full height from fallen buffalo, hoofs sprout out of the land like stalks of dead corn. [This message has been edited by mikeandrew (12-09-2010 11:09 PM).] |
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s1nfully_1nn0c3nt Senior Member
since 2003-10-26
Posts 1105Watertown, NY |
Such vivid imagery. Enjoyed. -Trina. You'd be surprised by the pain I can imagine inflicting and receiving. |
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Amaryllis Senior Member
since 2010-05-20
Posts 1306Mi now |
Very evocative, I liked the clear imagery, and especially like the final line, the hooves of buffalo growing out of the soil like flowers of death... wonderful simile! Amaryllis |
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