Prancing in Velvet Landscape Ghost

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Prancing in Velvet Landscape Ghost

GoldenIllusions111
Junior Member

since 2003-02-25

Posts 18

0 posted 2003-02-25 02:06 PM

And he has hostages of light string guitar
sixty candles burning
I could only die a million lips, catching
and holding the wings of a cherubs kiss
while forever the sky rains warm.

A purple dream, night silence
buried in time.

The sight, clever
and clean
dark, sweet dark upon my skin
as a landscape ghost
walking the night
and the night
fits her shoes.

Golden*

[This message has been edited by GoldenIllusions111 (02-26-2003 08:49 AM).]

Barbara Trautman
Member

since 2002-10-23

Posts 90

1 posted 2003-03-05 06:05 PM

I have no idea why no one has replied to this poem but I think it is very moving. Reading it aloud, it moves gracefully and fludidly across your tongue. I think it is beautiful. I don't know what it means but doubt that is important. Shouldn't a poem leave something to the imagination so the reader can have some input? Don't quit now, write somemore. Barb

Severn
Member Rara Avis

since 1999-07-17

Posts 7704

2 posted 2003-03-06 03:21 AM

I like this and because of that reason I haven't replied indepth. Sounds like a bit of a paradox but this deserves time, and I have neither time nor the energy to give to it right now...

I will try to get back to it, if I don't I'm sure you'll survive heh.

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