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Starry Night (2nd)
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Starry Night (2nd) |
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DuckieGurL Junior Member
since 2004-04-01
Posts 15 |
The Starry Night The town does not exist except where one black-haired tree slips up like a drowned woman into the hot sky. The town is silent. The night boils with eleven stars Oh starry starry night! This is how I want to die. It moves. They are all alive. Even the moon bulges in its orange irons to push children, like a god, from its eyes. The old unseen serpent swallows up the stars. Oh starry starry night! This is how I want to die: Into that rushing beast of the night, Sucked up by that great dragon, to split from my life with no flag, no belly, no cry. |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
DG~ You have some remarkably creative thoughts in this one~ 'except where one black-haired tree slips up like a drowned woman into the hot sky' 'Even the moon bulges in its orange irons to push children, like a god, from its eyes.' Vividly portrayed! *Huglets*  ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
THIS one...is very good! |
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Grover Senior Member
since 2004-01-27
Posts 1967London, ON, Canada |
Excellent! Give us more! |
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aujussy wolf
since 2003-08-09
Posts 1215Michigan |
cool poem , creative , i liked the thoughts that i pictured while i read this ...good one wolf ....... |
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