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Lost Child
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Lost Child |
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Myshkin New Member
since 2006-07-25
Posts 6Perth, Australia |
The reticence of a lost child With his nectar in the sieve of innocence. The sterile dance of a martyrs smile With his mortar and the brick of circumstance. I set you up, and I sit you down On the selfish throne of selfless ignorance. The serpents skin, a fitted gown For this masquerade of cosmic eloquence. A vision trained in the art of blue Pressed her bosom on his face to suffocate. Try as he might, she isn't you The barren womb becomes the will to educate. A feather floats on a deep, dark sea Singing "I've become the breath of everything". On their holy boats they drink to mortality Sweet despair can save the soul from anything. The reticence of a lost child With his finger on the pulse of sympathy. |
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stargal Senior Member
since 2006-03-06
Posts 1352OR USA |
This is kind of a chilling read in a lot of ways! It was a pleasure to read though. It was different, I'd never really thought about something like this before. My favorite part in the whole poem would have to be your use of words though. It's not like there were a lot of long, hard to pronounce words I didn't know. It was that they were complex enough, yet, simple enough for me to understand, to add character to this poem. Great job with that! Thanks for sharing! I found this to be one of the best poems I’ve read today and I hope you will continue to post more  @-->--- |
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cherrys_rule Member
since 2006-03-18
Posts 442 |
HEy i also I like this poem. It was very different then all the other ones i have read. i hope to see more in the future. By the way you did a great job on this. |
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