Open Poetry #30 |
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Subtle Mind |
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titch k Member
since 2003-11-25
Posts 123 |
Subtle mind, down in the mirror What has caught her eye; Rivulet How many men, grow old in the wind? I utter to dawn, will thy sky blossoms heap me over Flames as staring, rickling, and visible for miles; Ethereal, for here's a place, in sanity's conditions Why should I carry anxious thought, and love and care; No matter how grave things be; Turbulent centuries Would stress feel for me, if I were dead? There is alot of coming and going, no one really dies I question sadness, just a line up; Red wine a pouring Marking time, hiding from the rain! It's hard to fool an enemy; O what I think The room is running; Now nothing,now many things; Suspicious author, steered badly, running to close to ground! Perhaps tomorrow, this mortal frame; Coming back to take dominion; Cry with hearts, that beat for love! Titch |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Lots of nice lines in this, not sure where it's going, but it's all good. |
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PsychoticBunni Member
since 2003-10-03
Posts 162Mythical Atlantis |
lots of metaphors and likenesses in this piece. i don't understand it but i like it and the words sound pretty. I'm sure you understand it tho. tragedy is cutting your finger. comedy is falling into an open sewer and dying. |
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