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aurora rain Member
since 2000-11-15
Posts 90 |
I take the passenger's seat as we drive tickling the wind as we soar with wheel-wings and diamond rings salted tomato slices on your seaside dock That's just my art you brush away the back of your hand, bruised, cracked, beaten and every orange and pink you've eaten is just another dip of the brush another crack in the frame another tap on the glass Like heavy feet on thin ice or thumb cuts in the dark morning And say that morning was new when all its elements still ache But when I paint we're air on the moon in our truck, salty breezes on our cheeks freshly rosed and flushed and kissed, with our apples and oranges and bags and bags of plastic cups and juice and crackers and we're young again. It's just my fingerpainting. Your sad, sad love is just another fire cloud in a sky with no sound. |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
this is excellent. . . reminds me of being in a car going too fast. . . welcome. . .  -------------------------------------------------- That which gives light must endure burning --Victor Frankl |
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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396 |
~What a ride! Enjoyed this immensely. Welcome here! *Peace. |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
Welcome Aurora Rain ~ Your work is tense and somber ========== That's just my art you brush away the back of your hand, bruised, cracked, beaten ... ========== It's just my fingerpainting. Your sad, sad love is just another fire cloud in a sky with no sound ========== Let your rain cleanse and heal. Your art is good. Live for love. Without love, you don't live. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
tickling the wind as we soar with wheel-wings and diamond rings salted tomato slices on your seaside dock That's just my art you brush away the back of your hand, bruised, cracked, beaten and every orange and pink you've eaten is just another dip of the brush ============== Like heavy feet on thin ice or thumb cuts in the dark morning And say that morning was new when all its elements still ache But when I paint we're air on the moon ============ this is excellent... very unique in its imagery and metaphors very cool poetry... welcome to passions aurora rain..nice to meet you.. take care jm "What the caterpillar calls the end ... The world calls a butterfly" Lao Tze Tao ~Butterflies are meant to be free~ |
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aurora rain Member
since 2000-11-15
Posts 90 |
i'm bumping up all the lonely threads...including mine |
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doreen peri Member Elite
since 1999-05-25
Posts 3812Virginia |
this is wonderful... your writing is impressive... i'm glad you found us here. you have a unique style but it also reminds me of someone else's writing i really enjoy, too top shelf stuff you got it goin' on! |
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