Open Poetry #29 |
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jasonm New Member
since 2003-10-01
Posts 8 |
Ends unclutter tables. Perfection, the economy of movement, swings its feral, weighted blade- and we, midstride, are gravity, then parting. An odd bequeathment, oddly timed: the ears of animals that need them. There is a slowing down and the spaces between things, puffed with an intake of breath, are invested with an unimagined relevance and a startling instability. Federated: silence, speeches, cross and crescent, weeks of Wednesdays, all the papercuts of memory from which our roads bleed... Federated: everything, and everything suddenly humming, saying: Noisemakers! Revisionists! Apologists! Subdividers of lots... Your hands are not masks nor will running in circles long delay our engagement. Your inner rooms, tonight, play host to an interesting assembly of new friends. You are leaves, and tremble, but quiet. Turn around and see the coming of the straight line. |
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Kaoru![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
I love your writings, already you've become a favorite of mine..and only two have been shared. I'm so happy to see this origninal work, this unique styling that you've graced here. Thank you. ![]() |
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QjQ Member Elite
since 2003-04-18
Posts 3756U.S.A. |
enjoyed the read,,,, |
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QjQ Member Elite
since 2003-04-18
Posts 3756U.S.A. |
enjoyed the read,,,, |
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