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Post by salsaqueen85 on Nov 26, 2007 22:53:04 GMT -5
Thirteen shimmering balls balanced on the lovely balcony; graceless and enchanted. . .
entranced, Ruth turned, the girl who lived to be skinny and elegant. . .
Hiding behind her cupped hands, stranger to this balanced glass she wondered-
could she be sophisticated as a diamond, or was she forever doomed to the clumsy walk of a dromedary?
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Post by E. on Nov 27, 2007 1:18:26 GMT -5
Wow! I like how you managed to use the "Drops" feature to tell a mini-story. Nice work.
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Post by bcoyotey on Nov 28, 2007 22:08:22 GMT -5
salsaqueen, Oh my. You have incorporated such emotion in this Drops poem. I am impressed. Wonderful imagery and emotion. Lady B
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Post by - Moirae - on Nov 29, 2007 19:20:56 GMT -5
what interesting and intricate story you told here...great use of the Drops of Poetry feature
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