Open Poetry #13 |
This Dark Cellar of Sound |
Mabel A. Dilley Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 859Seattle, WA, USA |
I think my voice may break into this dark cellar of sound where only Emily's dread could tread dray drivers corner down park streams gladdened am I to think of soft sweet soil mixtures of rock and clay ever molding in heated caverns only gentlemen call after the hour at noon. "I am not now that which I have been." |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
Totally intriguing piece but I can't say I understand it. |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
This piece reads well. I'm going to have to mull it over to derive your meaning. Joyce |
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Fading Away
since 2001-03-14
Posts 3131Lynchburg, Virginia |
You've portrayed a lot here.. I enjoyed this piece. Nicely done. --Marie subconsciously, i think i can eat so much to make my stomach hurt, instead of my heart. |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Oh you got into it alright this time didn't you? I darn near had my tongue twisted off with this exercise too I might add! Mommy help! Either it is golfing or going for a cart ride with Emily? he he Help! p.s. I don't care how dumb I look - tell me what it is about LOL! [This message has been edited by Mysteria (edited 04-19-2001).] |
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