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| Open Poetry #8 |
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remembering cowboy pages |
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redheart angrybraids Member
since 2000-04-16
Posts 410honolulu, hawaii 
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Garden found in whispers soft and robbed of heart pages, silvered against space. As the last of sun makes haste to dance ghostly through the cover undone with twilight. Presage these naked traveling words, unaccustomed to granting heartache. Kindly, Redheart Angrybraids |
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Jamie Member Elite
since 2000-06-26
Posts 3168Blue Heaven |
These words intrigue me so much. I have read it through a dozen times and still wonder what omen the naked traveling words might bear. The Garden was robbed of what made it a garden I guess. Beautiful words, I just wish I understood them better. jamie Tu ne cede malis, sed contra audentior ito. - Virgil. "Yield thou not to adversity, but press on the more bravely". |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
very intriging and cryptic poem another very imagery beautiful poem... very cool imagery in this mystical piece love your word choices take care, jm |
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redheart angrybraids Member
since 2000-04-16
Posts 410honolulu, hawaii |
thank you both for your honest and curious replys, Garden, being my mouth, robbed of heart pages, silvered against space, speechless of honest words, not wanting to face them, being open to all they could proclaim. As the last of sun makes haste and dances ghostly through the cover undone with twilight, taking the last of the seen moments into my darkness to hold and love one more time, presage these naked travling words unaccustomed to granting heartache, pleeding for the lover to understand so i won't have to explain, naked words travling, honest words that have experienced and are trying to let you know, farewell. this poem is not about any one inparticular, i just thought it out and it kind of follows the poem cowboy pages that i wrote a week or so ago, it's a dorky little imagenary world i live in, i hope this explaination helps a little, i know that i'm rather confusing still, thought i love response and question, thank you so much. Kindly, Redheart Angrybraids |
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