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Jessica Pahre Junior Member
since 1999-07-22
Posts 12Fort Polk, LA, USA |
I used to watch the smoke from my mother's cigarette In the lamp light. Rounded child's eyes thick with wonder at so simple a thing. Silver threads twining through amber Up, coiling serpentine runes in the air Ghostlike but solid. Like the afterglow of a kiss on my cheek When she tucked me into bed. |
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-05-19
Posts 8669Michigan, US |
This, I think, is solid proof that really good poetry doesn't have to necessarily encompass monumental, earth-moving themes. We can also learn a lot about self and humanity from childlike beauty and wonder, and reflections of simplicity. And, gee, it "sounds" really delightful, too! |
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Delores Hall Member
since 1999-07-16
Posts 342USA |
To see thru the eyes of a child is a wonderful thing. |
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Lost Dreamer Member Elite
since 1999-06-20
Posts 2464Somewhere near the Rainbow |
Wow this was excellent, You captured so much from just the second hand smoke of a cigarette. A true talent beyond words I can describe. |
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