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Diana B Member
since 2000-03-10
Posts 97 |
Survivors through painted pictures i see apple cheeks pained to ashen eyes larger than a nightmare lost in silent isolation weeping through a childhood denied of its innocence streams of light gather dust head rests the window pane tip toe on a crate envisioned crying morning into daylight through your looking glass mountains climb your journey dark corridors spiral freedom days of sooted haze colour life with paths of grey distortions first miracle of hope decends like a snowfall of rarest petals wrung from crystal teardrops granted fantasies from wishes life becomes sanctified glorified by a purity in spotless white baptized in hope of resurrection unwelcome light melts the mystic and dawn stones the heart alone again too soon to hear the bell deaths toll retorts with its repeat claims another frozen victim aching heart for departed weeps now an open wound carved deep beneath your flesh chest to heart to soul washed in shades of dying those denied and violated now chained forever to the living their songs unsung refrains of emptiness fear farewell escape denied trapped forever in the tombs of mirages. one lived miracle of survivals curse childhood washed in water colours memories now faded to aching tolerable just dont open up the picture book pages spilling flowers pressed in love to your heart supplying anguished beats for black blood became a poets heart now painting coloured dreams with images growing wild along the runner's path of miles of isolation one kept alive to spark the speaking of the memories buried deep within closed eyes bring sleepless nights filled with silent screams of the dreaming soul acid etched in pain remains refuged behind the looking glass through dusty windows always yearning searching hills for deliverance sanctuary of youthful soul denied walks now forever a cast reflection of the images [This message has been edited by Diana B (edited 04-05-2000).] |
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tom Member
since 2000-01-26
Posts 90s/w penna u.s.a. |
Diana B The first stanza sent me in one direction,through your prospective. Then it kind of floats around,each stanza gives a different impression or image to me.I liked each stanza independently,but as a whole it seemed vague.Granted I'm not an expert,this is just my opinion.Maybe I'm missing the point. tom |
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Diana B Member
since 2000-03-10
Posts 97 |
Yes tom, you make a very valid point about the vagueness. I guess in all honesty that is the way I wrote it. The piece deals with some very personal issues in the childhoods of two people. I guess I hid the details too well and made it way too vague hoping that the tone would carry the mood and meaning |
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