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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738
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I strolled into a shoppe of olde I felt the quivering within then I spied a tarnished spoon there within an old jewel bin. This was different--the same. I saw myself there in the drain holes to hold a cube within-- and I could wear this on a chain. Only I knew what it was remembering the emerald green melting sweet into my cups revealing all that used to be. Dancing sacred--intimate I could smell the pungent herb-- liquid magma of absynthe and the aftertaste of word. Visions I had seen before bittered by the memory. Thus I knew the sugarcube and slowly dripped lucidity down across a blackened spoon-- one that never knew the match. Tarnish takes some time to bloom. I purchased her and grieved my lack. [This message has been edited by serenity blaze (07-14-2003 09:54 PM).] |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
WOW! ..I'm speechless. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
Wow..awesome write.. |
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Edder Senior Member
since 2003-04-02
Posts 671 |
don't really have words for this, but rest assured i enjoyed. |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Yes !! hugs, Chris 'The years have seen my life |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
Well done. |
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vlraynes Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-25
Posts 8229Somewhere... out there... |
Well, I've read this at least a dozen times now, and it just touches more deeply each time. I don't really know the words to say, so... Love you, lady...lots. "...until you have read the verse on his heart, you have not truly met the poet. ~vlraynes [This message has been edited by vlraynes (07-14-2003 11:04 PM).] |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Only I knew what it was remembering the emerald green melting sweet into my cups revealing all that used to be. Dancing sacred--intimate I could smell the pungent herb-- liquid magma of absynthe and the aftertaste of word. Visions I had seen before bittered by the memory. Thus I knew the sugarcube and slowly dripped lucidity down across a blackened spoon-- one that never knew the match. Tarnish takes some time to bloom. I purchased her and grieved my lack. ===================================== your rhymes rock baby... damn I love the way you braid cadence around emotions... and this line.... this one just kicks poetic butt.... Tarnish takes some time to bloom. *shaking me head at you*   Well ... OK ... but you have to wash it first. |
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Jason Lyle Senior Member
since 2003-02-07
Posts 1438With my darkling |
Very, very cool.You block my poor pen. Jason |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
K - you have brought me through many times here indeed . . . at least what I left with it . . reminded me of days I would rather forget but not - you know? xxoo |
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S Arthur Grey Senior Member
since 2001-03-19
Posts 719woven by a poet's loom |
If I touched that old spoon now I would melt it down instead and with foaming dross spilled out the black curse might leave my head s.a.g. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
god, my heart just melted into my stomach |
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