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Inert evening (a repost from CA)
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Inert evening (a repost from CA) |
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JnR4eva Member
since 2000-08-07
Posts 377Bronx, NY |
Inert evening A tucked-in flame serves companion for night, while manuscripts laden with jaded ink beseech the cursed quill of its plight. Thoughtless contortions of the mind, he thinks, have rendered fetter-less emotions mute. "She hides the conceptual chalice to drink!" "Damn she this penurious poet minute? Forsaken muscle of expressions, hither not to the condemned mind's dispute!" .... "Sweet nymph, devoid of hopeful expectations for tides are barren. Wind gusts are blessings. This poet's nil of manifestations." An unerring choice to leave the flat sings, longing for silent pendulous meadows. Where he thinks of what that rigid birch brings. Wrapped in ebony's blanket, sleeps the sun. His demise left hanging; the Muse had won. [This message has been edited by JnR4eva (edited 09-09-2000).] |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Jnr4eva, Fancy seeing you here. Good poem. Be well Kethry "It is the image in the mind that links us to lost treasures; but it is the loss that shapes the image, gathers the flowers weaves the garland."- |
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JnR4eva Member
since 2000-08-07
Posts 377Bronx, NY |
lol hello kethry...i have many poems to catch up on here in the open, but thank you for taking time to read mine...your words are much appreciated  "my love is my motivation my love is my inspiration perception of this poem is your interpretation" -- rlt |
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