jjote
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since 2002-12-25
Posts 1088
Ontario, Canada
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2015-09-05
11:23 AM
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I hover above myself mentally pacing the dark in pursuit of the absurd while day turns to golden haze.
Swallows flit like darting flames flowers a scatter of paint pond waters mirror the sky tinted in rainbow colors.
I will the wind to be still a frisson of awareness obliterates fretfulness death and life just whimsical.
Is such bliss mere shattered silk? or am I in Nirvana.
@jjote 0905/2015
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JerryPat2
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since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975
South Louisiana
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2015-09-05
03:24 PM
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Loved your wordplay in this one, jjote. You were having fun with it all, I can plainly see. ~*~ When they give you ruled paper write sideways. ~*~
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jjote
Senior Member
since 2002-12-25
Posts 1088
Ontario, Canada
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2015-09-05
07:18 PM
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Thanks Jerry. This was meant to be an unrhymed sonnet but I don 't know if I achieved that, except for it being 14 lines, each line with same syllables. You're right, I had fun - the words jist ran away by themselves
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JamesMichael
Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336
Kapolei, Hawaii, USA
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2015-09-10
12:32 PM
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nice writing...james
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