Open Poetry #12 |
A Cord of Dreams |
Snow
since 2000-10-16
Posts 1170desert flower looking for rain |
A Cord of Dreams they were dreams shared moments held close a whispering breeze heard only by two and in a few short moments a shattered dream tangles with a demon Now I bleed my own wrist... and take ax to the roots Stocking the wood pile so that perhaps... our fire will begin anew. "...I am a river in winter, quiet in the eyes of most but deep, swift and full of life to one, lucky enough to fall through the ice. |
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SEA
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
Snow~ Loved the imagery here.......... "and take ax to the roots Stocking the wood pile so that perhaps... our fire will begin anew" really vivid write -SEA |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
the wood pile sounds very romantic, Snow!!! "I walked beside the evening sea And dreamed a dream that could not be." George William Curtis |
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Effigy Member
since 2000-04-11
Posts 486disbelief |
Interesting. Gives me mixed feeling, but I liked it. I write poetry for the sake of peotry, for the sake of art. Not for you, not for them, and not for me. I don't write. It writes itself. |
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laryalee Member
since 2000-06-19
Posts 352Alberta, Canada |
Wow, what a lot of power in such a short space - each stanza with its own story - deftly woven together! Very well done! Lary |
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