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Fri 25 Jul, 2003 07:24 pm
in the ether, will my inner self incline,
breaking nothing, but the crystal
tincture of another's find.
Dipped in red and juxtaposed
In muted colors with the mind
Treading softly on the floorboards
Hard cold gem of fleeting time.
Oh, for breath to reconvene
That gentle kiss of runes and rhyme.
It's very Good. Response is short because I have no quips to say.
LOVE IT! As you probably guessed I loved the alliteration in the last line.
Stewie!!! Your so much cooler now in my eyes! The messiah appreciates it.
AAAAAAAAAAARG! It changes every time! MY BRAIN!
gorsh, Craven. I just noticed that alliteration looked awfully familiar.
Thanks.
NNY, I appreciate any comment. It's been a while since I wrote anything.
Oh Letty, that is beautiful. You must never stop writing - not with your talent.
Ah, Raggedy. You are a dear. I'm gonna' keep at it, I guess. Thanks bushels.
subtle symbolism too be sure, but the kernal of your piece evades me letty.
John Oak, Although most of my poetry tends to be esoteric, the kernel is there. I just felt it was time to create again. I once wrote an Ode to a dust mite...foolishness, but fun.
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