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Chanson Senior Member
since 2000-08-19
Posts 1559Up Creek w/Out Paddle |
Raw heat sets the arid scene as the blackwing searches greedily foreshadowed fissures; juiced skeletons into its claws burst. Tumbleweeds drag to airless tunes, the core trench of wastefullness daring disjointed (poetic thoughts) to drink. Captive to shifting sands, cactus greens fight dune tan for position, mazing to the vacuuming breeze, erupting the masses. Scraps of sky white and hell red counterweave; Snakeskin on bleached stone lies choking on miles of myriad color passes. There is no foundation on which to structure a sentence. ...chanson~ |
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allan Senior Member
since 2000-04-09
Posts 620On the road |
Chanson - I liked your daring here, letting your ideas flow through different words formations and sense-impressions. It leaves a lasting impression in the mind. Keep writing and I'll keep reading! |
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Chanson Senior Member
since 2000-08-19
Posts 1559Up Creek w/Out Paddle |
Very complimentary you are, Allan. Thank you. Your words have warmed me ...chanson~ ~"Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory..." P.B. Shelley~ |
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Broken_Winged_Angel Senior Member
since 2000-04-06
Posts 994Small Town, Somewhere |
This made me think of Amarillo, Texas where I was born.. I don't know why, but that's what it brought to mind.. maybe it was the images of tumble weeds..very well written and I look forward to seeing more. With a little piece of tomorrow, You'll have to kiss yesterday goodbye. Because today won't last forever, And the past will only make you cry. |
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Chanson Senior Member
since 2000-08-19
Posts 1559Up Creek w/Out Paddle |
Thank you, BWAngel!!! ...chanson~ ~"Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory..." P.B. Shelley~ |
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