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Jazna
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Jazna |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada 
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The rain on the cabin windows drifts like rinse waves in a car wash. My fingers searching minor sevenths my ardent gaze the portside rail. to see Jazna leaning there. The summer's marbled skies spread wide we'd laugh amidst the blowing spray her listing form against the rail. I tune to open G where all blues and heartaches follow when. From sacred space her spirit falls; A surreal vision cosmos sent. Devolved from heavy humid mist her blue-eyed radiance beams in quondam pose leaning there. With swollen suck of breath to heart my ebbing guitar descants play to searing pains of her demise. I cry out with odes and tears to see Jazna leaning there. Celtrue2000@E3B1G9 |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
ethome--oh my, this is so moody with loss and full of such great imagery...the second to last stanza...exquisite!! The whole poem is splendid...very well done! |
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