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JenniferMaxwell
since 2006-09-14
Posts 2423 |
Geraniums - terra cotta blossoms on living green I collect them like some keepsake spoons or china cups gift shop trinkets of tin with thin coats of laquer piece work applied in a brown cloud black rain city The form's not important, I treasure them all - a water-stained print in a warped frame from a second hand shop an original painted in out-patient therapy tossed in a dust bin after a swap meet or even a printout of an online photograph where pot after urn cascade across a white washed terrace overlooking the sunlit Mediterranean so different from the misty grey Atlantic island where every window of your childhood lacking lace curtains was filled with pots and enameled tins of geraniums that blocked out the sun, clouded your world with shadows that rained on the darkening interior. [This message has been edited by JenniferMaxwell (12-11-2008 09:13 PM).] |
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pyre Member
since 2008-05-16
Posts 136 |
i don't have any grammatical advice, but this piece took me to parts of africa or even italy. i like this piece, because of its raw format. actually, you may have even just inspired me to start reading poetry again so i can attempt to figure out what in the hell people are talking about, which in and of it self could.... be a piece of poetry. -pyre Does she pray, or am I prey? |
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