the marketplace (wranx challenge)

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Open Poetry #22

the marketplace (wranx challenge)

serenity blaze
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since 2000-02-02

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0 posted 2002-09-24 03:14 AM

There are spices in the air
and flies that buzz the marketplace.
"Gibber" is the language spoke--
as August reeks of his despair.

There's incense and there's tambourine--
ribbons frolicking in wind.
The smell of fruit and musk of dream.
Here, reality can end...

Lose the lover of the coin,
sample this--acquired taste?
Choose an apple and purloin
just to know the thrill of chase.

Take these bracelets from my arms--
undo the bindings of my grave.
I would grant you all my charms--
one last sale to free the slave.

[This message has been edited by serenity blaze (09-24-2002 07:56 AM).]

Tracey
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since 2001-08-29

Posts 2808
where insanity meets breeding

1 posted 2002-09-24 07:01 AM

as August reeks of his despair.
(are you saying Michael smells????

….sorry, couldn’t resist!! )

Love this picture of the market…makes me picture a scene in Morocco or some exotic place. A fitting image to tie up the last stanza.

You can never win or lose
If you don't
Run the race

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Sunshine

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since 1999-06-25

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2 posted 2002-09-24 07:03 AM

Wonderful images to go along with the art of the marketplace...for who knows what is really for sale...and it is up to us to discern whether or not there is magic in the air!

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