Open Poetry #2 |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Condensed Time capsules hang high and tall. Upheld and brood on my wall. Points of paint induced to meld All products of my enthrall. Brought to a myopic bed. Mental gold turned into lead. Captured pigments strokes of weld Dimensions compressed to wed. Phantom prisoners wrought in draw. Brushed and held in pigments store. Soul searched findings caught and held Gelded here forever more. Memory's to defeat times call. Only ghosts can hang a wall. |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Geesh, Sy - You've got some pretty interesting walls there... |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
It got ten degrees colder in here reading this...quite chilling. I feel like I'm being watched now, good work. Michael |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Nan, Like the old saying goes, you'll have to come up and see my paintings some time. Michael, Since your so close to the fire now, I guess this poem would seem cold. Thank you both so much for the responce. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Another interesting piece to make me think! Very well done! ------------------ Denise |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Dsnyder, I must thank you for your comment. I do turn on the air conditioning once in a while. |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Gee, I thought with that title, it was going to be about milk. Was I wrong! ------------------ Great minds discuss ideals. Average minds discuss events. Small minds discuss people. |
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