Open Poetry #22 |
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brian sites Senior Member
since 2002-06-25
Posts 1475usa |
grey writ with waver glow sewn with a wren's bone a night transformed by alchemy I never aimed at reality; I aimed at truth. --Orson Welles |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
sewn with a wren's bone --diligence of thead in tear-- you continue to stun me, with words that spark of silent soul songs... |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
brian, That creeped me out in the good Bauhaus way. (the band not the art movement) Mike |
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WhiteRose Member Elite
since 2002-07-23
Posts 3208somebody's dungeon |
Interesting read. I enjoyed the feel of this poem. Great writing Brian, as always. |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
Well, this made me sit up and take notice...it's - fascinating. This is a truly fascinating poem. Gets under the skin yanno, eerie-like.. K |
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doreen peri Member Elite
since 1999-05-25
Posts 3812Virginia |
quote: niceeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
so many visions... more, please! |
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Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
Wonderful write! All writing comes |
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