Open Poetry #33 |
life-tall walls |
pandonov Member
since 2003-10-03
Posts 478b/w conscience and insolence |
flashes. bronze smiles. long hands decorating fear. rightly fevered empty two holes pushed by a head. words moving freely- exhausted. trepidation trapping space. and the skin is tired searching for name. one long try counting rambles between one and many. escape is a lie gently raised in hide not to be destroyed by logic. the time of hysteric cry is logical. |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
Very powerful write Dave |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
If I said that I understood all of your writes, I would only be deceiving myself...yet I find myself inexplicably drawn to your work...there is always a phrase or two (or more) that simply fascinates me...this time it was: "long hands decorating fear" ...always a fan... |
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pandonov Member
since 2003-10-03
Posts 478b/w conscience and insolence |
thank you |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
nice to read your words again petre |
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pandonov Member
since 2003-10-03
Posts 478b/w conscience and insolence |
thank you guys |
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pandonov Member
since 2003-10-03
Posts 478b/w conscience and insolence |
thank you |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
Sometimes it is the only logical response...when you find yourself in the middle of the skid pan, it's time to skid. Yo Steavenr -- you are so right. It's not necessary to understand Petre's writing at a cognitive level....part of you that you may not be aware of, understands perfectly. That's the draw. ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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