Open Poetry #22 |
the marketplace (wranx challenge) |
serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
There are spices in the air and flies that buzz the marketplace. "Gibber" is the language spoke-- as August reeks of his despair. There's incense and there's tambourine-- ribbons frolicking in wind. The smell of fruit and musk of dream. Here, reality can end... Lose the lover of the coin, sample this--acquired taste? Choose an apple and purloin just to know the thrill of chase. Take these bracelets from my arms-- undo the bindings of my grave. I would grant you all my charms-- one last sale to free the slave. [This message has been edited by serenity blaze (09-24-2002 07:56 AM).] |
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Tracey Member Elite
since 2001-08-29
Posts 2808where insanity meets breeding |
as August reeks of his despair. (are you saying Michael smells???? ….sorry, couldn’t resist!! ) Love this picture of the market…makes me picture a scene in Morocco or some exotic place. A fitting image to tie up the last stanza. You can never win or lose |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Wonderful images to go along with the art of the marketplace...for who knows what is really for sale...and it is up to us to discern whether or not there is magic in the air! |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
reminds me of a Cole Porter song... ( don't ask me why) Love for sale.... nicely painted with words my friend. |
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Krishankins
since 2002-06-23
Posts 972Texas |
Enchanting write! Hey dog, did you see the size of that chicken!? |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Sen, If only finding a new life were as easy as shopping for it. Loved the spice and the rumble. |
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