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Child of the Stars
since 2000-09-07
Posts 1658Ann Arbor, MI 
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For My Grandmother My lady, with her hazeless eyes and poring countenance belonged between two tethered walls, between two hands, held flat; she skipped a man upon a fence and o'er its boundless stretch proposed a song to sunday skies and never stopped to rest while clouds of grain and mountained reds flew binding to her curls, she might have flown 'til lightning waned, 'til tin became their world; but truth in white-streaked loveliness clasped tight her leaping whorls. Her husband wept like pumice-stone, her children learned the same, and in a blink, like dancing fogs, her minutes grew to day, her youthful eyes wore thick with light, her auburn curls to gray. With each soft step, a grace bestowed itself upon her toes: therein still hides a thirsting girl whose love waits sunned and rosed-- And when the steady glow of morn creaks slowly into view, She will float headlong into the deep aspiring blue. |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
Beautiful words Carly, glad you decided to share |
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Skyfire
since 2000-12-27
Posts 3381Riding |
Wow, Carly... you haven't lost your touch at all  Beautiful words, beautiful tribute There's nothing like a good fight with a horse to put your problems into perspective |
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Marshalzu
since 2001-02-15
Posts 2681Lurking |
Wonderful writing Carly, the imagery and language are just so beautiful and intense, thank you for sharing this brilliant writing with us Andy |
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Allysa
since 1999-11-09
Posts 1952In an upside-down garden |
I like your critique message.. it makes me smile. There is nothing to slaughter with this. It's wonderful and I like it bunches. |
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Local Parasite
since 2001-11-05
Posts 2527Transylconia, Winnipeg |
Carly, this is a fantastic poem about life and death. I don't know what more to say, because I feel like anything I could possibly say wouldn't do justice (cliche I know, but I think in cliches when I'm blown away... that's why I stall before writing poems about stuff). Anyways... Oh... I have to say in particular, I loved the description of growth, aging, and the ever-resilient spirit beneath the corporeal body. Loveliness and sadness in harmony, exactly what a poem of the ages should be. I'll put this in my library for the sake of memory, and to remind me of that thing you told me about how you don't like my feeling-less poetry. Makes me want to go out and feel something. Heh. Much love, my girl...  Brian Faith is a fine invention |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Carly . . . this reminded me of a woman who has lived much life, continued to in latter days and still does indeed . . . I also got the implication that somehow life was too restricted for her . . . I am in awe of your gift xxoo |
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