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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738
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stars biting in those spearmint sparks gloss across in grimaced sky an ache of tooth of milky way and misspent youth of questions why eternal age the tingling electric dry the wind in sing the echo of the voice that cries the testing of myself untried unpatterned synchronicity tattered electricity dots connecting without line grapes in rot upon the vine a dusting of a thing not mine a sprinkling of me denied. oh-yes-because... a memory of all I was... in kiss of sky. Grandeur as toes cleft a cliff and wave of arms bespeak a riff of bass and rhythm on the stage... a grandeur's tottering of rage barely holding on to ledge... white fingers understand an edge... white fingers purpling in strain... white fingers lavendered estrange... barely holding on... |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
 Yep. You are a goddess poet. How's it feel? Signed, a mortal.  She said burn ... together. |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
serenity Yes you are a wonderful poet. Par excellence |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
white fingers understand an edge... You are good, K! |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Keep thy grip of thy feel for within thy words surreal Letting not thy fingers go with these words soft in flow Love the flow and the words...well done..!! |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
stars biting in those spearmint sparks gloss across in grimaced sky an ache of tooth of milky way and misspent youth of questions why =========================== a dusting of a thing not mine a sprinkling of me denied. oh-yes-because... a memory of all I was... in kiss of sky. Grandeur as toes cleft a cliff and wave of arms bespeak a riff of bass and rhythm on the stage... a grandeur's tottering of rage barely holding on to ledge... white fingers understand an edge... white fingers purpling in strain... white fingers lavendered estrange... ================================= damn girlie!!!!!!!! KA????????? So much for retro being a problem...your muse is infused by it!! Sen...this is awesome!! You just made this metaphor your own... and the imagery.... *shaking my head* yeah.....ditto Mikes reply baby..... signed mere mortal mothyme  How long can a girl be haunted by you ... |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
OH YEAH....and........... could this line and image be any cooler??? spearmint sparks gloss across in grimaced sky calling the stars "spearmint sparks" yer so cool  |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Like this...James |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Brava! |
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Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
white fingers purpling in strain... white fingers lavendered estrange... barely holding on... Oh I am SO familiar with this feeling, Karen. A beautiful poem! ~hugs for holding on tightLyra |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
sorry I am late again. Thanks all so much for reading...and even more for understanding... heart hugs here...with gratitude. |
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