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Post by salsaqueen85 on Sept 14, 2007 16:15:16 GMT -5
Rain poured outside her window A silent screen, collecting nostalgia She awoke, skin frosted with sweat As she remembered the boys their voices and guitars, their muddy scents still etched into her flowing sheets
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Post by pafaniqz on Sept 15, 2007 17:35:17 GMT -5
I love the idea of a scent being etched! Great poem.
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Post by bcoyotey on Sept 16, 2007 20:13:00 GMT -5
salsaqueen85, Welcome to TPS. This is chock full of vivid imagery. Much enjoyed. Lady B
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Post by Aymee Bird on Sept 17, 2007 15:09:40 GMT -5
This is wonderful, so full of emotion.
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Post by salsaqueen85 on Sept 17, 2007 18:16:23 GMT -5
Thanks for your comments
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namaea
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Post by namaea on Oct 5, 2007 0:24:08 GMT -5
Simply wonderful! Great job! This is the one that made me go back and try again, as my first attempt at drops was a laughable carnival ride in words, lol. Thank you for the inspiration, Salsaqueen
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lore
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Post by lore on Oct 24, 2007 8:59:18 GMT -5
I really enjoyed your arrangement of words. Your poemlet is alive with textural being, your phrases rich and tactile.
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Post by Sir Daniel on Oct 24, 2007 9:43:48 GMT -5
wonderfully done, having used the same set of words myself I know how hard this was to write.
Daniel
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Post by auragem on Mar 27, 2008 0:51:41 GMT -5
"Muddy scents" appeals to all the senses!
After the music, there is just a kind of "left-over".
Beautiful!
Gemma
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