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Pantheon Of The Winds
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Pantheon Of The Winds |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Four fold that clear the clutter here Each snapshot indigenous unto itself Murmurs through winter spires Encased in crystal rain These sentinels that guard my truth Forbear my winged thoughts And barricade my sleeping dreams Howling the arctic disturbances Meet midline in tropical falls Deafening are February canyons Retort by whistle through chattering boughs These sentinels that guard my truth Forbear my winged thoughts And barricade my sleeping dreams Signaling to Santa Anna As if dry humor were respite Playfully to eastern front Bravado fueled salty tears These sentinels that guard my truth Forbear my winged thoughts And barricade my sleeping dreams A fortress made for gods Channels of mediocre moods Forge along the star cut gorge My mind escapes upon the gale Where I am forgotten into salt Copyright Kkh 2/17/06 |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
You are writing some awesome words kiddo. Justa rollin, rollin, rollin...though the wrist's uh swollen! |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
The repetition is good, and almost doesn't come across as repetition at all, Kathleen. The sound is crisp, the air is dry. Put the matches away... I know the Santa Ana winds... well done! |
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Edward Grim Senior Member
since 2005-12-18
Posts 1154Greenville, South Carolina |
I really like this. You did a good job. Cheers - Ed "Give me a museum, and I'll fill it." |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Wonderful writing, Kathleen! |
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